"...He'll be alright." ------------------------------ "[i]Listen here[/i], you sword-swallowing whоre - I am done with your bullshit. [i]Done[/i]! Fuсk off with your shitty katana, fuсk off with your kicks, and go back to suсking your precious King's magic diсk!" "...Ma'am, incoherent insults doesn't improve swordsmanship." [i]Irina lead Bedlam to the training grounds, where the two would see what would be two warriors "training". Or rather, a clone of Irina, ferociously yelling at a woman. The clone, of which was much younger and.. more attractive, really, was fuming, whilst her body was clad in lightweight armor. The other was a fully fledged samurai, beautiful in a sense, yet Irina patted Bedlam on the back and whispered to him.[/i] "Go for the one that looks like me. Curly white hair. She just needs someone to chat with - trust and support is essential to girls. Otherwise, she'll end up breaking your jaw."