Tefo sniffed and wiped a shaking hand across his nose, leaving a trail of slime. (Mmmmmm)
Reaching into his bag, he searched for an appropriate weapon. W-What's this...? Tefo pulled out a strange circular piece of metal engraved with a mysterious pattern. He held it up to the light, watching the metal reflect the sun.
His mind wondered back to his school days, trying to figure out the use of it.
(my writing is **** today wtf)
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Toshiko frowned, peering through the trees. Silently, she pulled her katana from the sheath on her back, and crouched down, edging closer to the shadow ahead of her. She cocked her head in a sort of maniacle way, then watched it scamper away. Was that a tribute? Godammit!! I let it get away!! Toshiko paused. Whatever, just go! She began racing through the greenery, the katana twisting, and slapping against her side with each stride.
(Also...what setting are we in?)