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He did a horizontal block, stopping the attack before kicking out with his steel-toed boot.
“Oof!” She held her stomach.
He relaxed his stance for a moment, flexing his bad hand unconsciously as he smirked.
“You picked a bad night to be out for my blood.”
The girl looked up at him, growling.
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Glancing behind him, he stopped and waited for the dagger to get closer. He raised out with his bad hand and grabbed the blade mid-air, the blackened skin absorbing any pain he might’ve gained from grabbing the blade. He tossed it into the air, grabbed it by the grip, and started jogging again.
“Tch.” She landed on the ground and took off after him.
He reached the doors to his base and knocked rapidly on it. A few seconds later of no response, he banged on the door again, grunting with frustration.
“Damnit! I was supposed to be on patrol tonight.”
The girl was getting closer, taking out a pair of short swords.
Turning his back against the door, Lightfoot peered out into the dark, dagger and katana in front of him, ready for anything.
The girl jumped up, becoming a black silhouette against the moon.
Spotting the silhouette instantly, he stepped forward and tossed the dagger into the air. With a quick 360-degree spin, he struck the dagger with his sword, sending it screaming through the air directly towards the shadow.
It was deflected by the swords.
“This would be a fine time for that anon magic to end.”
He held his position, both hands at the grip of his katana, ready for what was coming.
The girl slammed down with the two short swords.
He did a horizontal block, stopping the attack before kicking out with his steel-toed boot.
“Oof!” She held her stomach.
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Glancing behind him, he stopped and waited for the dagger to get closer. He raised out with his bad hand and grabbed the blade mid-air, the blackened skin absorbing any pain he might’ve gained from grabbing the blade. He tossed it into the air, grabbed it by the grip, and started jogging again.
“Tch.” She landed on the ground and took off after him.
He reached the doors to his base and knocked rapidly on it. A few seconds later of no response, he banged on the door again, grunting with frustration.
“Damnit! I was supposed to be on patrol tonight.”
The girl was getting closer, taking out a pair of short swords.
Turning his back against the door, Lightfoot peered out into the dark, dagger and katana in front of him, ready for anything.
The girl jumped up, becoming a black silhouette against the moon.
Spotting the silhouette instantly, he stepped forward and tossed the dagger into the air. With a quick 360-degree spin, he struck the dagger with his sword, sending it screaming through the air directly towards the shadow.
It was deflected by the swords.
“This would be a fine time for that anon magic to end.”
He held his position, both hands at the grip of his katana, ready for what was coming.
The girl slammed down with the two short swords.
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Glancing behind him, he stopped and waited for the dagger to get closer. He raised out with his bad hand and grabbed the blade mid-air, the blackened skin absorbing any pain he might’ve gained from grabbing the blade. He tossed it into the air, grabbed it by the grip, and started jogging again.
“Tch.” She landed on the ground and took off after him.
He reached the doors to his base and knocked rapidly on it. A few seconds later of no response, he banged on the door again, grunting with frustration.
“Damnit! I was supposed to be on patrol tonight.”
The girl was getting closer, taking out a pair of short swords.
Turning his back against the door, Lightfoot peered out into the dark, dagger and katana in front of him, ready for anything.
The girl jumped up, becoming a black silhouette against the moon.
Spotting the silhouette instantly, he stepped forward and tossed the dagger into the air. With a quick 360-degree spin, he struck the dagger with his sword, sending it screaming through the air directly towards the shadow.
It was deflected by the swords.
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Glancing behind him, he stopped and waited for the dagger to get closer. He raised out with his bad hand and grabbed the blade mid-air, the blackened skin absorbing any pain he might’ve gained from grabbing the blade. He tossed it into the air, grabbed it by the grip, and started jogging again.
“Tch.” She landed on the ground and took off after him.
He reached the doors to his base and knocked rapidly on it. A few seconds later of no response, he banged on the door again, grunting with frustration.
“Damnit! I was supposed to be on patrol tonight.”
The girl was getting closer, taking out a pair of short swords.
Turning his back against the door, Lightfoot peered out into the dark, dagger and katana in front of him, ready for anything.
The girl jumped up, becoming a black silhouette against the moon.
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Glancing behind him, he stopped and waited for the dagger to get closer. He raised out with his bad hand and grabbed the blade mid-air, the blackened skin absorbing any pain he might’ve gained from grabbing the blade. He tossed it into the air, grabbed it by the grip, and started jogging again.
“Tch.” She landed on the ground and took off after him.
He reached the doors to his base and knocked rapidly on it. A few seconds later of no response, he banged on the door again, grunting with frustration.
“Damnit! I was supposed to be on patrol tonight.”
The girl was getting closer, taking out a pair of short swords.
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Lightfoot had his Half-Zatoichi out, holding it loosely with one hand as it rested against his shoulder. He stopped his walk mid-step as his ears flicked, catching the faint sound of footsteps.
The girl landed on the ground, freezing up to listen for any sound.
He turned around and brandished his katana with expert skill, now holding the sword behind his head with the blade pointing in front of him. He raised his free hand to the middle of the blade, thumb on the bottom side and index finger on the flat of the blade.
“I can hear your footsteps, Spy. I haven’t taken enough bottles to the head to make my hearing that bad.”
A dagger flew toward his legs.
He hopped upward, his eyes catching the glint off the dagger’s blade, dodging the projectile easily.
“My eyesight isn’t that bad, either.”
A dagger scratched his cheek.
He snapped around, arms tensing, ready to lash out.
“This is your last warning, Frenchie. Come out and I’ll send you through Respawn quick and painlessly”
There was almost no sound as something slowly lowered from the ceiling.
“Well, only one way to lure it out.”
He raised one bandaged hand upward as a fireball began to grow from inside his fist. It expanded, until his whole hand became a fireball. With a yell, he slammed it towards the ground, a shockwave of fire exploding from the ground beneath him and scorching his uniform, as well as everything within the room.
Something jumped to the roof, revealing a young girl.
Standing back up, he looked down at his hand, flexing his fingers. His bandages were vaporized, and he was looking at the blackened hand that was hidden underneath them. Making his way outside, he began jogging back to base, katana gripped tightly in his good hand.
The girl shot out of the building, throwing another dagger at his back.
Glancing behind him, he stopped and waited for the dagger to get closer. He raised out with his bad hand and grabbed the blade mid-air, the blackened skin absorbing any pain he might’ve gained from grabbing the blade. He tossed it into the air, grabbed it by the grip, and started jogging again.
“Tch.” She landed on the ground and took off after him.
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Lightfoot had his Half-Zatoichi out, holding it loosely with one hand as it rested against his shoulder. He stopped his walk mid-step as his ears flicked, catching the faint sound of footsteps.
The girl landed on the ground, freezing up to listen for any sound.
He turned around and brandished his katana with expert skill, now holding the sword behind his head with the blade pointing in front of him. He raised his free hand to the middle of the blade, thumb on the bottom side and index finger on the flat of the blade.
“I can hear your footsteps, Spy. I haven’t taken enough bottles to the head to make my hearing that bad.”
A dagger flew toward his legs.
He hopped upward, his eyes catching the glint off the dagger’s blade, dodging the projectile easily.
“My eyesight isn’t that bad, either.”
A dagger scratched his cheek.
He snapped around, arms tensing, ready to lash out.
“This is your last warning, Frenchie. Come out and I’ll send you through Respawn quick and painlessly”
There was almost no sound as something slowly lowered from the ceiling.
“Well, only one way to lure it out.”
He raised one bandaged hand upward as a fireball began to grow from inside his fist. It expanded, until his whole hand became a fireball. With a yell, he slammed it towards the ground, a shockwave of fire exploding from the ground beneath him and scorching his uniform, as well as everything within the room.
Something jumped to the roof, revealing a young girl.
Standing back up, he looked down at his hand, flexing his fingers. His bandages were vaporized, and he was looking at the blackened hand that was hidden underneath them. Making his way outside, he began jogging back to base, katana gripped tightly in his good hand.
The girl shot out of the building, throwing another dagger at his back.
