and now the bitter chill of winter
Who: Ra's al Ghul (dragonvariation) and Deathstroke (terminates)
When: January 3rd, an hour before dawn
Where: A rooftop in sector 2
Summary: Ra's has bought a beautiful new sword, but it needs breaking in.
Warnings: Blood, violence, gore. You don't fight with swords without getting cut. Any idiot knows that.
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( -still blows through me like a plague )
When: January 3rd, an hour before dawn
Where: A rooftop in sector 2
Summary: Ra's has bought a beautiful new sword, but it needs breaking in.
Warnings: Blood, violence, gore. You don't fight with swords without getting cut. Any idiot knows that.
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( -still blows through me like a plague )
Comments 1
Were he meeting anyone else other than the man this individual claims to be, he might not have felt the need to take every precaution, to observe and get a feel for the area itself before arriving at the appointed place. A sparring match is straightforward enough, but he knows better than to underestimate a potential ally or opponent.
So he's careful. He stays with the shadows, calculating for himself where the man he's come to meet is most likely to be. Finally, when the minutes have expired and the time is upon him, he is there on the rooftop, blue and orange and black a stark contrast to the clean white of newly fallen snow. Or perhaps not so new, given the 'sign' awaiting him there.
His mouth twists slightly, his hand on the hilt of his sword. Turning, he pulls it out, just enough to catch a glimmer of light. His good side faces the water tower. ]
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