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fandomtownies2010-06-14 09:29 pm
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The Beach, Monday Evening.
James lunged.
Wearing a loose tunic and his worst breeches, James moved through a set of moves, swinging a thick branch in place of a sword, his bare feet making patterns in the sand. The 'sword' flashed out rapidly as he moved from attack to parry back to attack in the cooling evening air. He was determined not to let himself rust from complacency, and he dare not take his sword out to the beach.
A few more moves, and he paused, breathing more heavy that he liked. "Not bad, needs work," he muttered, leaning on his 'practice sword' tip-down in the sand.
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Wearing a loose tunic and his worst breeches, James moved through a set of moves, swinging a thick branch in place of a sword, his bare feet making patterns in the sand. The 'sword' flashed out rapidly as he moved from attack to parry back to attack in the cooling evening air. He was determined not to let himself rust from complacency, and he dare not take his sword out to the beach.
A few more moves, and he paused, breathing more heavy that he liked. "Not bad, needs work," he muttered, leaning on his 'practice sword' tip-down in the sand.
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