by Brnin8r » Sun Jan 17, 2010 2:47 pm
Fully repaired, Nora sprints easily through the tight alleyway, grabbing low hanging fire escapes to fling herself forward faster. Once out to the street she ran quickly to her prone sword and without reaching down to grab it, it sprang to her hand. It was like she was in a trance as she began to flourish it, the sword rotating faster and faster, at times flipping around her limbs, being tossed and caught, and occasionally swung in action. It lasted for about twenty minutes and Jack couldn't see anywhere in Nora's immediate bubble that couldn't have been slashed by her expert hand. As sudden as it had started, Nora turned immediately to Jack, knelt, and stabbed the sword into the ground. "Calibration complete: North 31." she stood up and smiled.
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