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by dieur » Thu Nov 09, 2017 8:34 am
I took one look at the mechanical ninja and, despite the obvious severe damage still raised my arms slowly, and began to back away.
"But why, Dark One?" my sycophantic but intellectually deprived tagalong begged. "Scrap like this is no threat to you!"
I brushed the saliva off the side of my leather chestpiece. I needed to get either a reduction, or a less sialoquent sidekick.
"You're a fool." A statement of fact, and hardly news. "Her skill with the blade is far greater than mine."
The shadows reached out and enfolded us, blissfully muffling his whine. "But... Dark One, from just a look? How can you tell?"
We emerged in another place, safe, for now. Let some other fool deal with her.
"Her hair." I said.
"Hair, dark one?"
"Only the greatest master could wield a blade in that fashion and not cleave her ponytail."