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Taking confort in the promises of pride, A blade incision it will never help decide
WHO:
asortofdevil and the guys from this post(?) and perhaps YOU!
WHERE: Shady parts of town.
WHEN: Rite now, idk.
WARNINGS: Violence, gore, pseudo-badass one-liners.
SUMMARY: Mamoru gets restless if he doesn't use his skills, and old habits are the hardest to break. So he goes out for a stroll in the city, and intervenes in case of trouble.
FORMAT: A para at first, it may change afterwards.
[ The man keeps complaining about the darkness, how dark it is, how he couldn't see him coming. The woman whimpering, probably against a wall, in a corner, couldn't, either, but it's the fact that the darkness didn't allow her to see her assailant at first, nor the person [or thing] that made said assailant suddenly scream in shock and pain and the horror from the sensation of his calve muscle suddenly springing in and bundle and wrap in atrophy when his ankle is sliced.
It's a cut that lacks precision but while he delves in the darkness constantly, he knows an Achiles' heel is a difficult cut to begin with. Plus, he figures when he tells the woman to use her cellphone and call the oh-so-efficient police and cleans his sword, turns towards the exit of the alley and into even shadier parts of town, his blade is getting blunt.
...whatever the hell that means.]
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WHERE: Shady parts of town.
WHEN: Rite now, idk.
WARNINGS: Violence, gore, pseudo-badass one-liners.
SUMMARY: Mamoru gets restless if he doesn't use his skills, and old habits are the hardest to break. So he goes out for a stroll in the city, and intervenes in case of trouble.
FORMAT: A para at first, it may change afterwards.
[ The man keeps complaining about the darkness, how dark it is, how he couldn't see him coming. The woman whimpering, probably against a wall, in a corner, couldn't, either, but it's the fact that the darkness didn't allow her to see her assailant at first, nor the person [or thing] that made said assailant suddenly scream in shock and pain and the horror from the sensation of his calve muscle suddenly springing in and bundle and wrap in atrophy when his ankle is sliced.
It's a cut that lacks precision but while he delves in the darkness constantly, he knows an Achiles' heel is a difficult cut to begin with. Plus, he figures when he tells the woman to use her cellphone and call the oh-so-efficient police and cleans his sword, turns towards the exit of the alley and into even shadier parts of town, his blade is getting blunt.
...whatever the hell that means.]