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 Posted: Sun Aug 06, 2006 11:40 pm
*The Seraphim's fingers tighten like steel coils around Hajime's throat cutting off her breath. Her vision blurs and dims to a deep red haze. Unbidden the words of the old b*****d that called himself her master ring in her ears. "You will die. Everyone must die. And when you die, you can choose to cower in shame, or to smile and spit in the eyes of Death himself."*
*... I remember that... she thinks, and her thoughts turn to the final words Melliandra gave her. "Do try to hang onto that lovely sword of yours!" ... I remembered that too.*
*With a rueful grin, she spits in the Seraphim's eye, and thrusts her sword through his fancy jacket*
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Posted: Sun Aug 06, 2006 11:49 pm
*The sword slides through the jacket with no resistance, it hits the skin and...... snaps in two, the end of the blade clattering to the floor. The Seraphim frowns. Two things denied him by this woman today. He clenches his right hand and with a wet popping sound, he snaps the neck of Karebana Hajime. The rest of her sword falls ungracefully from her limp, dead hand. The Seraphim turns to Luke, affixing him with a burning gaze*
Hers is the first body. Remember this. The games are over. I have no more time for idle chit chat. To cross me is to die.
*Suddenly, everything goes dark*
[Exit back to The Main Room]
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