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It moves like a dancer,
Swift and quick,
With deadly steps
When weilded you will not hear your own sobs for mercy,
or the swish of material as it is lifted through the air,
All you will hear is the sound of metal slicing through air,
When the Katana strikes
It is as deadly as a demon,
Sharp and merciless,
Its point is cruel,
When it rips through flesh and bone you will not hear the splatter of red,
Or the moans of anguish and pain from it's current victim,
Because all you will hear is the sound of metal slicing through the air
When the Katana strikes
Katana_Strike
Member Since 04 Aug 2011Offline Last Active Aug 04 2011 06:14 AM
