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When she got to the bottom of the stairs, Aki had to let a little smirk form in the corner of her mouth. She knew that she could have jumped down that distance gracefully—especially if she’d had her tessen out—but she didn’t want to look like a show off after Kuro’s fall. At home she had practiced diving into the ocean countless times, and once she had started training with the tessen her sensei had taught her to change to motion to compensate for the unforgiving ground. She was concerned for Kuro, but before she could ask if he was alright, Kin had hushed them and was talking. When the other two readied themselves for a fight, Aki didn’t know what to do. She was ashamed to find that her instinct told her to stay behind the two guys, or, maybe worse, to just apologize and stay out of trouble. But as they showed no signs of backing down she made her hand reach into the side of her bag and grab the tessen. A practice match with a cloth dummy or real person who was also practicing was one thing, but a street fight (this was the closest Aki had ever been to a street fight) was something entirely different. She undid the tie on the cloth which wrapped her weapon, and let her thumb graze over the thick, closed edge. With the heavy iron fan in her grip, she began to feel a small flow of confidence rush back into her arm, and though unsure, stood as ready as she could manage.
Last edited by nevin; 04-29-2007 at 10:25 PM..
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