by Ser Doodah the Lewd » Sat Jul 14, 2012 2:00 am
((Meanwhile, inside Xai-jin's mind..))
"The bloodline has ran strong in our family for generations, Xai-jin. The strength of the ox is in our arms and back, the wisdom of the Fish in our minds, and the fire of the dragon burns in our hearts. This day, it shall burn in yours."
"This day, the Shaktani, the family swords that has seen generations after generation of battle, will be yours. Let your heart guide them, and you will never face defeat.."
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Xai-jin's trance breaks from the sound of glass breaking, staring at his hands, in the delusion of his trance, they were still young, unscathed by war. Much like his own self, at that age..But as the delusion faded, reality returned, his hands and self returned, as they had been, scarred and hardened.
Xai-jin looked back, his attention fully re-caught at the situation at hand, his hand re-falling on the hilt of his blade, a reluctant concern in his eyes as he looked over the creature's state.
"Kanojo-wa don ni ikisugidesi-ka?" II "How far is she gone?"