[Some people were lucky enough to have armor. Mamoru, not so much; he has to deal with his own abrasion-proof clothes.]
Got it. [There's a click to his cane, something unlatching. Mamoru withdraws his sword, a thin, razor-sharp thing that only looks like a katana's blade in passing.]
If this thing is anything like me, [and it feels like him, somehow, except bursting at the seams with want and anger — does he really feel like rancor incarnate? no wonder people here have mixed him with a gangster,] he may test your balance first, then your strength, and lastly your patience. He knows that this is an enclosed space, so may shift his grip hands at random. Don't turn your back on him, and don't be afraid to fight dirty.
[Just as he says that, he changes his stance to the opposite dominant feet, his eyes widening as the doppelgangers step out of the mirror's surface and, to his vision, that looks insane.
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Got it. [There's a click to his cane, something unlatching. Mamoru withdraws his sword, a thin, razor-sharp thing that only looks like a katana's blade in passing.]
If this thing is anything like me, [and it feels like him, somehow, except bursting at the seams with want and anger — does he really feel like rancor incarnate? no wonder people here have mixed him with a gangster,] he may test your balance first, then your strength, and lastly your patience. He knows that this is an enclosed space, so may shift his grip hands at random. Don't turn your back on him, and don't be afraid to fight dirty.
[Just as he says that, he changes his stance to the opposite dominant feet, his eyes widening as the doppelgangers step out of the mirror's surface and, to his vision, that looks insane.
It makes him somewhat giddy.] I know I won't.