"Etana, a santoryu user is a person who fights with three swords. One in each hand, and the other clamped in their mouth. I've only ever known one person who can do that. And he's dead." [b] Lance looks her dead in the eyes.[/b] "who taught you?" [b] She replies.[/b] "Jonathan Rorik." [b] Lance sits back down with his hands on his face.[/b] "so that bastard did pass on his art. He wouldn't teach me how to do it. He always told me that it wasnt my style. How long before he died did he teach you?" "6 months." [b] Lance walks into a back room and hands her two more steel katanas.[/b] "you're gonna need those. A single one is useless to you." [b] She blushes once again.[/b] "Thank you Lance. So much." [b] He nods.[/b] "Anytime. Now if you'll excuse me, I've got to take a shower and think some things over. Etana, Theron, I'll see you at work. Trinity, I hope I'll see you around." [spoiler] and scene.[/spoiler]