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— Shibuya —[/center]
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The Tyrant Sword sighed, turning around slowly. Maybe anonymity was a mixed blessing. Regardless of how misguided their actions might be, such a threat should be dealt with.

The empty sheath landed on his cloak and the sword let out a low chuckling sound. The shorter sleeves of his shirt showed arms crisscrossed with scars. as narrow as it was, the blades length was still enough to lend it a threatening appearance.

[color=#AA3333]"I think that I'll let you choose for yourselves. Drop all you have or I'll take a finger from each of you for any that resist."[/color]

The laughter grew in pitch and volume with every step. Armour wasn't needed for such thugs. An idle flick of his wrist tore a cut nearly a hands width deep into the wall to his side.

[color=#AA3333]"You have until I come within reach to decide."[/color]

[@Dezuel]