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 Posted: Sat Aug 16, 2008 7:56 pm
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Mute, having grown tired of one spot, went exploring. She then came across a secluded Training Tavern. Outside is where the demon girl would stay. She went around back and looked around slowly, observing. She then set up a counter and drops of icy, freezing cold water. Standing, she took out her Cresent Blade. She had skillfully mastered the Curve of it herself. Muttering a spell, the huge blade became deathening straight. And, with the counter's drops of the water every minute, Mute swung down, straight down. She did not quiver, for that was bad for personal combat. Her blade took up over her head again as she waited for the dropper. Swinging down in perfect motion each time. Mute, taking no more, collasped, her blade curving as it entered the moist earth. Her breathing was in pants as she stood and put her blade away. |
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