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originally posted in:The New Dojo
1/9/2018 6:36:30 PM
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"Um. Excuse me?"
A man was standing on the side of the court yard facing to dojo, and looked like he had just sucked a lemon, a quality not helped by the fact he looked absolutely shattered.
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[i]The sword now at his neck probably didn’t help matters.[/i] “Name, reason, point?” [i]A faint glitter is all that gave indication that there was someone underneath the helm.[/i]
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"I desire to cross the courtyard without being decapitated, O nifty one."
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“You shall pass, crafty tongue.” [i]The sword lowered from his neck and Shadow stepped back to allow the man to walk.[/i]
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The man passed him. "I am in your debt, O man of compinsating blades."
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“Thou hast made in error, for I am a woman!” [i]Shadow stared menacingly at the offender.[/i] “I know the armor helps not, but thou canst not mistake my voice!”
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"I must apologise in earnest, iron maiden, for the iron that disguises your face does the same for your voice."
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“The mistake is easily made. For thine honesty, thou shall live.” [i]Shadow steps back once again before moving away to practice.[/i]
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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."
