originally posted in:The New Dojo
The crusader, stepped back and seemed more cautious now, keeping his sheild up and ready.
Oddly, it wasn't blood that coated her blade, but a silvery liquid.
English
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[i]It seemed as if the crusader's opponent was now initiating her own defensive game, as she allowed him to come forth. A waiting game.[/i]
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He stepped forward and thrust his sword at her aroubd the shield, keeping himself guarded with it.