{{
`${userDetail.user.displayName}${userDetail.user.cachedBungieGlobalDisplayNameCode ? `#${standardizeBungieGlobalCode(userDetail.user.cachedBungieGlobalDisplayNameCode)}` : ""}`}}
{{getUserClans()}}
originally posted in:The Digital Dojo
Edited by BrandRobKus:
6/20/2016 10:12:57 PM
1
*Mortar holds out his hand, and an iron pellet forms hovering over it. It gets bigger and bigger until it is the size of a baseball*
Don't try anything
English
-
[b]The samurai fliped the shuriken into the air and in a blur of motion the basketball of iron fell to the ground split in two just as the samurai sheathed the sword he hadnt even unsheathed before[/b]
-
O damn
-
The man would then catch the shuriken and hold it again, he was looking for the owner of said shuriken.
-
Alright, who threw that?
-
"....." He just held the shuriken silently, expecting an answer himself.
-
*Mortar looks around, another ball in hand*
-
"......." Seen no result he hides the shuriken in his Hakama with sight
-
Not seeing anything with infrared sight... strange
-
The samurai would sit down crossing his legs and closing his eyes
-
*Mortar looked around, still a little confused, then decided not to worry about it and laid under a tree, trying to rest*
-
The samurai remained silent waiting
-
*Mortar couldn't rest, something in his mind kept torturing him so he couldn't think of anything else*
-
The Samurai wasnt asleep he was just waiting.
-
Hey, what's your name anyway?
-
He would stand pull out a tanto and draw with it on the ground sheathing it and going silent. The kanji read "tachigami"
-
Ah, nice name.
-
He nods in silence
