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Now that he thought about it- as in, actually thought about it- maybe it might have been better to wait for one of those 'better ideas' to grace them with its presence. Even if it had meant sitting around in the slagging reception area for the rest of the night 'cause, as he felt the first drops of rain pelt down the back of his shirt
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Out of the bright, hot sun and into a deluge.
Teresa was not expecting the dirt road to suddenly turn into a dark street where they were caught in a downpour. What games Landel liked to play. It felt odd being back to such a weak state, her senses suddenly dulled to that of a whelp and the lack of armor. And yet, in her hand, was her claymore.
Holding the weapon up, Teresa squinted her eyes in the darkness before bringing her fingers up to trace teh glyph etched into the blade of her claymore. Yes, this was her sword.
"Interesting."
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