A faint rhythmic beat of a "Woosh" sound approached from behind the samurai, and stopped as a flaming spiked ball shot at him and landed by his right foot.
A deep menacing voice, quietly spoke,"Hmm.... I missed.."
Looks can be decieving, dear samurai. I am simply a girl with excellent connections, but do not tell. By the way, what is your name? I could keep calling you by your title, but I fear that may be rude.
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