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Nah, it's fine. I understand. But anyway, it's a great fight so far, Archangel. 3nodding

True, but getting hurt is a part of fighting. The best have found a way around it though. ninja

*slowly, as if just recently acknkwleging her prescense the man turned and stepped close to her in the center of the arena, his wooden, open toed andals making not the slightest noise as he slowly, meteredly, methodically stepped up to her, the only sound was of the three beautiful blades clanging softly together as he walked. on the right side of his body, held in place within his worn and tattered Obi was the Petalchaser. The long, white ornate blade that accompanied him at all times. the beautiful sheathe was a work of art, that would catch the eye of all onlookers as he passed. it almost looked as if it weren''t meant for actual combat due to the ornate sheathe that it rested in. below that sword, was a slightly shorter sheathe. This one much different, yet oddly similar to the other blade, was a beautiful saphirre colored sheathe, down the front leading edge, and wrapping over and around the tip of the sheathe, ran an ornate gold leaf. the sheathe''s Suimune''s glittering Saphirre sheathe glittered as if made of an uncountable number different, equally beautiful gemstones crushed down into almost dust. it had thousands of facets along the surprisingly smooth sheathe that ran all the way up to the golden dragon-shaped ppommel of the blade that was held diagonally upward, crossing over slightly into the man''s stomach, putting it easily at hand. on the opposite side was a single other katana. this blade, equally as beautiful as the others, looked exactly as the Suimune in every way, length, texture, except that this bladewas a fiery ruby red. simply by looking at the blade, you could tell the fiery spirit within, almost daring someone to pullit from its place of rest, this, the Kasamune, was the sister blade of the Suimune.

slowly, the man inched toward his opponnent, and a mere four feet away from her he stopped, and ridgidly put his feet together, and bowed low to her, but still keeping his fiery red eyes locked on the girl. As he came back up form the bow, he kept his body erect, the only part of him moving around, was his hair sitl swaying, almost defiantly in the wind.*

I am sorry, but in your own interest *he began keeping his face stone still and unmovededly.*

I must defeat you

*even standing still, he was completely prepared for battle, slowly, his right hand reached for, and wrapped around the golden dragon-shaped pommel of the Petalchaser, though he didn t draw it, with his thumb placed against the gleaming gold hand gaurd of the blade and pushed against it gently, the sword singing as it revealed two inches of the gleaming white katana*