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Oct 1, 2005 16:36:35 GMT -5
Post by springblade on Oct 1, 2005 16:36:35 GMT -5
*Spring had found the sparring area. He unsheathed his rapier. He loved the sound of the steel hitting the sheath. He stabbed the sword down into the middle of the area. He walked back to the edge of the arena and sat down upon a rock. He was clad in his green jerkin with his captain's coat over it. He had his black beret sat upon his head.*
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