You mean while under three feet tall? Not at all, although there was very little to manage. -gradually picks up speed and switches to slightly more complex moves-
You two don't give each other much credit, do you?
edited 23rd Dec '11 10:35:09 PM by GameSpazzer
MY SOUL IS DARK BUT MY HAIR IS COLORFUL — Brahian Pokémon Alchemist-Continues practising for several minutes. After executing a particularly complex maneuvre, he brings his sword under Boris's stick and holds it at his neck for a moment before sheathing it-
Kidding.
-makes his way over to a chair, stumbling far less-
edited 23rd Dec '11 10:50:38 PM by GameSpazzer
MY SOUL IS DARK BUT MY HAIR IS COLORFUL — Brahian Pokémon AlchemistAh, you saw through my bluff, Cloud? I'll skip out on the swordplay. I don't wanna get up and personal with Ace again and get cut up more.
Come on, Boris. It's for the best. I mean, once someone competent clpses in on you, it'll be over.
I don't like using blades, Pierce. I've seen you stabbing the Mafia's enemies with that creepy knife. That was messed up, and you're only sixteen!
DeerSooner or later, your luck will run out. Just saying.
-points to the scar above his eye- You know how I got this? Gunshot. Point-blank range, we're talking three inches. The only reason I'm alive right now is because 1. I was wearing glasses, 2. because the bone that makes up one's forehead is one of the strongest in the human body, and mine is several times stronger than even that, and 3. because the shot was angled. A milimeter lower, and that shot would've blown my brains out, or at least given me severe brain damage.
Make sure you know what you're doing.
edited 23rd Dec '11 11:18:10 PM by GameSpazzer
MY SOUL IS DARK BUT MY HAIR IS COLORFUL — Brahian Pokémon Alchemist

...Never mind. I'll thank you to not elaborate on any of that.
-gets to his feet unsteadily and takes out his sword-
MY SOUL IS DARK BUT MY HAIR IS COLORFUL — Brahian Pokémon Alchemist