[i] Lance smirked under his mask, water covering him and the ground around him but he's seemingly unphased. Tossing the blue sword into the air, it vanishes. Drawing another one from thin air, it's an all purple and white. [/i]
"Well excuse me for enjoying the experience Lordan, it's been a while."
[i] He says with a chuckle, unsheathing the purple sword. [/i]
"Wakare."
[i] He utters, before blurring from sight. [/i]
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