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(Viktor) if you ask for so.... *he unsheathens his sword* *electricity stars flwoign as he makes a Perfect Katana Trust*
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*it hits me* Ow. *I seems to be holding back more words*
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*the blade stopped before hitting you, you where cut by the mere electrified wind* (VIktor) YOuve arned My trust....Sithis.... *he sheathens again* *he offers a handshake, without the glove a gruesome purplish/black scar rests on the center of his palm*
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*I shake his hand* Good. Now im tired so good night. *I fall backwards into a shadow and dissappear*
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rest well.... *well bandages his palm as he goes to his own room*