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[i]Shing.[/i]
[i]Shing.[/i]
The sound of stone against metal reverberated through the currently unoccupied mess hall, save for the one whose hands were the instruments in making the sound. A short blade rested against the knee of a man clad in black, silver, and gold. His arms and chest were protected by heavy armoring, adorned with decorative gilding surmounted only by the twisted helm he wore. on the table in front of him, a single mug of coffee, from which a coiling tendril of steam sprung forth of its dark substance. His nemesis.
"..."
A metallic sigh escaped the Judge, even as he set the stone and his blade on the table, freeing his hands to pull off his steely face. He'd lost this fight.
He took up the accursed mug and drank.