Smirking slightly, Gotwa reaches behind his back, his grim visage making no noticeable ailments of his emotions. His digits idly grasp the pommel of his old-styled katana, the once-white tassle now speckled with deep red spots, and a brownish color at the end. It's blade is completely rust-free, but spots of wear are noticeable. Pulling it out of the scabbard, his smirk diminshes, his auditories perked, icy blue orbs transfixed upon his opponent. Completing his unveiling of his sword, he flows slowly with it, bring it around, and into a guard position, angled left, blade out, going from head to waist, held in one hand, the other producing a small, ivory-handled dagger.
.. Try me now. 🙂
Originally posted by Gotwa
Smirking slightly, Gotwa reaches behind his back, his grim visage making no noticeable ailments of his emotions. His digits idly grasp the pommel of his old-styled katana, the once-white tassle now speckled with deep red spots, and a brownish color at the end. It's blade is completely rust-free, but spots of wear are noticeable. Pulling it out of the scabbard, his smirk diminshes, his auditories perked, icy blue orbs transfixed upon his opponent. Completing his unveiling of his sword, he flows slowly with it, bring it around, and into a guard position, angled left, blade out, going from head to waist, held in one hand, the other producing a small, ivory-handled dagger... Try me now. 🙂
k u overdescriptive *******
*feints a lung at Gotwa, then crouches and criss crosses both scimitars.
then he leaps into the air at gotwa, swinging his twin scimitars with cool precision, matching every defensive move that gotwa makes.*