*Why I liked my sword... and not this one*

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*Why I liked my sword... and not this one*

Post  §WØ®∑ÅN on Wed Oct 09, 2013 5:21 pm

Ken was standing there swinging his sword at the wood dummy. It was unbalanced, very heavy, and every so often it would slide out of his hands in a random direction. This had just happend and it landed scraping kens leg. He cursed and kneeled down to his leg. He held it to slow the bleeding. 1 thing was for sure. HE HATED THIS SWORD.
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Re: *Why I liked my sword... and not this one*

Post  Erin Shade on Sat Nov 15, 2014 4:44 pm

Erin was walking into the arena. She had been putting off training to goof off of read, and decided that today would be a good day to get back in the swing of things.

She saw a boy swinging his unbalenced sword at a wooden dummy. Every now and again he would drop it or send it flying in random directions. Finally it hit him in the leg and gave him a good scrap. Erin ran over to see if she could help. "Hey, are you okay?" she asked as she kneeled and slid to a stop.
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