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 Posted: Wed Feb 20, 2013 12:52 pm
Throven took the weapon and studied it carefully. "Eh... seems realleh mineh asfasas dameg goes... gimmeh three hours with yeh sword 'nd it'll be good'as new." The Dwarve rubbed his gloved thumb over the chipped area, testing to see how corrosive it was. He wasn't able to chip the weapon any further.
"Good craeftmenshep, I'd enteh battle withit mehself. What's yeh name, felleh?"
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Posted: Wed Feb 20, 2013 4:01 pm
Arc Imishi strode with purpose into the black smiths shop. He would wait patiently at the counter, after setting his nodaichi upon the surface itself within its sheathe. The weapon had taken more than a little damage during his last fight and win or loose he would need it repaired before returning to heaven. He had the skill to repair the weapon himself, given that he had created it, and yet he had not the tools or facilities needed with him. So he stood within the Black smiths hall waiting.
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Posted: Thu Feb 21, 2013 7:31 am
James Eredas would enter the blacksmithy. The martial artist needed repairs on a wide variety of gear, from the shattered tip of his spear, to mending the entirety of his combat jacket, and finally, last but not least, an edge on his knife where it had been blunted, parrying an axe strike.
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Posted: Thu Feb 21, 2013 5:10 pm
Marx strode into the black smith's. Apparently, others had a similar idea to his own; repair weapons before worrying about healing. Small cuts and tiny bruises littered his chest from where that psychic boy had launched debris into his wide open chest. Besides that, the large bruise and the gash on his right side stood testament to his classification as a warrior.
The Djinn brought the sash at his waist up, and pulled the black bladed Talwar from it's confines. The blade was dulled somewhat from the first two fights, and it's tip was broken almost clean off. It had weakened in the first tournament bout, with the takedown Marx had enacted. But, soon after the second, the tip had snapped right off. Marx busied himself with pulling the inch long missing section from the inner wrap of his sash.
He waited patiently.
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