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*It spins though its forms, and he makes it flip into the air, slashing several times in a matter of a second, and lands, blade extended.*
Hm. Interesting.
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*It spins though its forms, and he makes it flip into the air, slashing several times in a matter of a second, and lands, blade extended.*
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Both then, if you wish to watch.
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Does it matter?
*The blood copy jumps in the air, flipping over, and slashes its scythe at an invisible opponent.*
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Observation. Study.
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What's so curious about it? It's a simple conjuration of blood magic.
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He makes it go though various weapon forms, studying it carefully.
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*He begins flexing it, shaping it into a blood copy of himself.*
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*He summons some of his raw blood magic, letting it form into a shapeless ball, staring into it as if in a trance*
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At least you found yours.
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Good to know.
*He tilts his head, scythe over his shoulders, arms draping over it.*
What's it like, having a family?