| Rojin let the man drop and stared at the half-elf fight. He swung the katana as an extension of his arm, no it was his arm, and when he moved it seemed as if he didn't think. Rojin only wished he could be like that, of course without the weapon.
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I'm Devious
This is my Gift. This is my Curse. Who am I? I'm SpiderCraig |