Penelope and Jett's: Box 11
[h1]Jett Croswell[/h1]
As the sirens water retracted Penelope looked at Jett and asked the same question. Jett thought about how much he wants her to know. [color=92278f]"Alright Penelope, you showed me your's, now I'll show mine..."[/color] Strikers voice echoed through his head [color=00a99d]"Great choice of words.... dumbass."[/color] Jett thought about what he said and his face flushed with red. [color=662d91]"No no, no. I didn't mean it like, that came out wrong it was..."[/color] Jett stopped, recollected himself and grabbed Strikers hilt. Jett looked to his right, seeing an open area and concentrated. He slouched down a bit, aiming then with one swift strike... Jett had puled striker from her sheath quicker then Penelope could keep track of. As the sword cut through the air, it glowed a bright color, like the suns ays itself. A bright radiant sweep of light cut through the air like a beam. Jett sheathed Striker and looked at Penelope, [color=662d91]"What do you think... ?"[/color]