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A small breeze swept past the two angels. The second angel held two swords, sheathed into cases of lustrous metal. His azure hair shifted in the wind, revealing his deep, blue eyes. He wore a loose, white collared shirt and blue jeans that had been torn at the base of the legs. Unlike the other angels, he had no wings, and there was no aura of light around him.
Kaitou gave a warm smile and tossed one of the swords towards the novice. He held up his sword horizontally in front of him and unsheathed the blade with his left, rune marked hand. Tossing away the sheath, he pointed the sword towards the angel as its tip glinted in the sunlight.
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