*jumps back abruptly.. blinking then sharply intaking a breath in a hiss as he feels the stinging line stick across his chest, the spear shredding what was left of his tunic and leaving a shallow furrow in it's wake.. he keeps his eyes on Sword though, his eyebrow raising confusedly as the mercenary just dissapears.. then hearing the cry he pulls back further, bringing both blades up instinctively just before the spear would have made a nice hole in his head, deflecting it foward along the shaft so the force of the strike carries it down and embeds it into the ground.. without spinning away he again shifts his grip on the blades then swiftly stabs them back, a point of each heading for either side of Sword 4 Hire's ribcage*
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I am the Thornn in your side.
The Matrix has you.
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