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Blades Visor opened, exposing a strong laser.
"DESTROY. DESTROY. DESTROY!!!"
the laser fired, setting the dojo on fire.
Suddenly, his other personality kicked in.
"What have I done?" he said, and activated his shoulder fire extinguisher.
He glanced around, and then said "Who. Are. You?"
He heard a singal being transmitted, weakly. An antennae emerged ot of where his ears should be, and he tuned in.
"Activate bomb. Full power."
He was shocked. Where? Where?
He changed his voice quickly, and began to speak in the voice transmitted.
"Cancel bomb activation."
"What?" said a somewhat younger voice.
Her purple hakama and white kimono accented the pink silk trim of her lower hiyoko layer, an ornamental display of feminity in what was otherwise men's style garb free of the constrictions of traditional female clothing. Just to the fore of her left hip, a red obi held her fuschia laquered, brass sakura inlaid saya of two matching swords, the katana and wakizashi. The hilts were woven traditionally and tightly in the typical style of tsuka-ito with purple silk, the brass handguard fashionably matching the sakura inlay featured on her saya design. Her nineteen year old youth with the soft colors of her free flowing attire suggested a certain degree of noble delicacy. With the softest of voice and features, she seemed a most unlikely candidate for the role she was about to play.
"I am here. You wanted to practice?"