Okita may have had a longer reach than Kenshin, but the rurouni had speed on his side. He dodged Okita's kick and fell back to the wall, pushing off of it to add momentum to his next swing. Already, he was falling back into the old pattern, the strange almost-disconnect between mind and body. Attack, block. Se an opening, respond with a strike. The movements were automatic, letting him assess the situation. There was a pressure point under the armpit. Striking it would completely immobilize Okita without hurting him too badly. Even now, he was still thinking as the rurouni.

The sakabatou swung in a wide, almost lazy arc towards Okita's chest. If he could just get him to respond to the feint, he'd be in perfect position to strike the pressure point with the sheath.