originally posted in:The New Dojo
[spoiler]First post of the new year.
I might reply within a day, if you are lucky.
:)[/spoiler]
[b]Eastern Courtyard, Inner Dojo[/b]
[u]22:36[/u]
[i]The faint glow of green filled the courtyard, accompanied the sound of rushing wind as Shadow practiced.
A swing right, a slash down turned into a roll completed by a hamstring.
Shadow’s fully armored form fought imagined enemies in the moonlight.
A dive under a swing turned into a push off of a rock to sever her non-existing opponent’s head.[/i]
[spoiler]Open to anyone, really.[/spoiler]
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Cravis turned to leave. "I am [i]honoured[/i] to be spared by a person of such measured response."
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“Sarcasm does not become you, young one.”
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"Needless to say, i find sarcasm to be much better suited to be my armour in a more stealthy situation than solid iron."
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“A rare spot of wisdom indeed. But if one can move quietly in full iron, then one is as quiet as the night without it.”
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"And if one can disguise a barb to a telepath, one can speak ones mind freely under shroud of eloquence."