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The sword sliced rapidly through the air, its owner, firmly attached, follows through with a series of twists and turns. It was a long-practiced dance, one that he had learned so many years ago. However, through the next series of strikes, halfway through one move, he stops.
Had he forgotten the move? No. Had he hurt himself? Not in the least. Serpen lowered his sword arm, taking in slow deep breaths.
The moves had made him bored. The long-since learned routine had gotten old, and the performer had tired of it. A new dance needed to be learned. The sword moved into a new position, and the dance was made up once more.
Had he forgotten the move? No. Had he hurt himself? Not in the least. Serpen lowered his sword arm, taking in slow deep breaths.
The moves had made him bored. The long-since learned routine had gotten old, and the performer had tired of it. A new dance needed to be learned. The sword moved into a new position, and the dance was made up once more.