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((Tac = More mules than you can stick a shake at. xp He is Torment, Mindblaze Dominion, Mindblaze, Jonathen Hunter, Commissioner GPD, Tacitus, and probably even more. xd ))

((Yeah, he missed [Atlas], Shameless Pain, Ageless Sentinel, and a secret one >.>))

((Well, If I do buy it, I'd sure as hell like to see it finish ^_^ I'm sure Bloty Boi would too.))

((I'd like to finish this... I believe you have next post, TFO.

[does anyone remember TFS? This strikes me as odd to meet someone with a similar name.]

EDIT: Tac, you've got more accounts then I have. I've only got four... sweatdrop ))

((I have one that used to be Bolt's cousin... he's gone now.. I play Ace Spada a coyboy-esque guy... haven't done that in a while. I've also got The Despot, a villian similar to Joker, but he looks more n00bish. sweatdrop ))

He stared at the man as he spoke, never taking his off him he nodded as a rare smile formed on his face as the wind blew through his black hair," True...Its never too late to earn a friend," He replied quietly keeping his stance locked as he stared at him and added,"I've groan rather used to gaining friends in the through battle."

With these words spoken he dashed toward him, holding his sword to the right side in a vertical position to fend off blows from the left just in case. His ball and chain had rattled even louder because of the force it was dragged behind him he swung his sword in a horizantal motion across his stomach, with his right hand gripping it tightly. As this happened, his left hand pushed a button on the underside of his glove using his thumb as two thin four foot blades sprung from tw small holes in his gloves keeping the blades in front of him to parry the man's other sword, in case he used it.

The black wind around him stirred silently as he battled against the man.

Quite a few spectators had shifted their focus from the two swordsmen of more normal proportions to the family feud of two brothers clashing with weapons of soul. Neither could harm the other, but that didn't mean they wouldn't try. Staff blows directly the the temple and blades through the chest would result in little more than a shimmer and small explosion of crimson and verdant light or azure flame. Each blow was stronger than the last, and each one did no harm to the other brother. Surges of light and harmless flame passed over the crowd as the brothers continued to steal the spotlight, cause they were that selfish.