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— Sapporo —[/center]

A few moments into the fight his hands itched with the restrained power of his warrens. His firsts were clenched white knuckled tights by his sides as he watched. Of all the swordsmen he has known, perhaps only the First Sword himself or one of the greatest among the Seguleh. Regardless, it was an exhibition of incredible skill.

He looked to the girl at his side. She hadn’t yet uttered a word but seemed to have some idea of what he was saying.

“Can you understand me? Are you unable to speak?”

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[center][h3]Jared Kincaid[/h3]
— Akihabara —[/center]

He watched the conflict calmly, and saw his moment. The outdated clothing a weapons combined with the general supernatural things pointed the blame at vampires. Specifically Black Court. Ordinarily he wouldn’t involve himself but such a public display had to shut down.

So he stepped into the street and stole a car. With the sword wielder seemingly occupied, he took the most effective option available short of having to use his pistol. Kincaid stepped into the street and drove his elbow through a car window, opening the door and pulling the driver out and into the street. He slammed the pedal to the floor and drove it up onto the sidewalk, bearing down on the anachronistically dressed combatant.

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