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— Shibuya —[/center]

The masked night stood motionless for a second, the only movement being the slight rise and fall of his shoulders with every breath. Following the pause he rolled one shoulder to move his cloak clear of his swords handle. When he spoke his voice echoed strangely behind the metal mask, flat and lifeless.

[color=#AA3333]"I am the Tyrant Sword. I fight for any worthy cause that I am paid for. But..."[/color]

The knight paused in thought as strange sounds were heard around him. [color=#AA3333][i]Another world indeed[/i][/color]. With his left hand he bared a hands width of steel for a brief pause and let it slide back into it's sheath. His head inclined to face the man opposite him.

[color=#AA3333]"I don't know enough to accept a contract right now. Perhaps you could make this offer another time."[/color]

[@Dezuel]