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originally posted in:The Digital Dojo
7/2/2016 11:50:26 PM
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*Valeyard feels no such effects, his Time Lord biology immune to all human diseases*
[i]A virus? How crude. No style whatsoever.[/i]
*He moves forwards with timeless grace, slapping the soldier across the face and exposing his neck. With a simple slice, he opens the throat of his opponent. Skipping back to avoid the spurt of blood he slaps the body into the ground, smirking*
[i]Somewhat worth of my time.[/i]
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The commander crawls back up to his feet. The slice on his neck sealing up quickly, leaving no scar behind. "Been awhile," he smiles, chuckling, "since I've had a fight this good. But this, you don't have an answer to." He reaches to a sheath you hadn't noticed on his back and draws a long shining sword. The blade glints darkly, a Japanese weapon, styled after the katanas samurai used. "You can still just let me take the scroll."
