the Mob

"Good."
He threw the other sword, (sheathed), at her.
He doubted she'd be able to pick it up.
"Try to hit me."
He looked at the Russian, and said, "You're next."

Vash looked at the scene. He was experienced with blades... Thats the weapon he used to assasinate most of his targets.

Clara actually caught it and unsheathed it in one pull.

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Originally posted by Red X
Thats the weapon he used to assasinate most of his targets.

Mizotta was impressed.
"Come on."

~If you read in Vash's background he was an assisanator/hitman, and he was one of the most experienced men in blades~

Clara blinked. "You want me to try to hurt you."

~REd X> Okay.~
"No-try to kill me. Come on."

Just kill him so you can escape stupid. Thought Vash to himself.

~I think it's Tela's bed time, and mine's coming up soon....~

~Same thing here. Man, This RP is boring for me so long... Oh man, tommorows school 🙁~

~I like to BORE others....😈
Night man, if I don't talk to 'ya elsewhere....~

Clara's eyes narrowed. Great he was testing her but for what. She took a little sissy stab at him. Maybe she could catch him off guard.

*redmond started to get suspicious. he turned the door knob but the door wouldnt budge.*

"xin? XIN?"

*he took a step back and then kicked the door open. xin was lying on the floor blood everywhere. he ran to her, he picked her head up and held her head in his arms. tears formed in his eyes but he didnt dare cry, he couldnt show any weakness.*

"find that B*ITCH, NOW"

*he was covered in blood, but he didnt care, he held her against his chest, wishing she'd come back to him, wishing he could do something, anything, to bring her back. he finally started to cry, then he let out a roar, a promise of vengeance, of redemption...*

"i knew something was wrong, i KNEW IT. if its the last thing i do i will see all of them die slowly, ALL OF THEM"

(((Wow and Clara was trying to help wow )))

"That's pathetic!" said Mizzotta as he struck at her blade.

Clara moved blocking his attack. "Maybe it was on purpose?" she said trying to knock his blade away..

My ass, he thought, parrying here attack.

Clara kept focused as each attack came faster and harder. She watched his hips(not like that PERVERTS!!!) remembering something she had been told once.

He never grew tired of sparring with another person, particularily one with such skill.
Interesting, he thought, striking at her again. He risked a side glance at the Russian.

Clara blocked it. She had broken little sweat as they dueled.