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(OOC: I will fight you...)
Ulteka started to float out of the water of the lake, and came to the surface. His black cloak, and spiky green hair, he looked over at the man. The water dripping from his body, and back into the water.
"So you want a fight huh?"
Ulteka then drew his sword from the sheth, that was on his back. The sword was made from Mako, and harden into a blade. So it was very powerful. Ulteka then made a evil grin, and dashes on the wter, and made wabes come up from eachside of the lake. His sword pointed forward, and charged at the man with his sword aimed for his back.
(OOC: It has been awail ssince I have RPBed.)
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Life or death. Nethire are consider to someone like me. For I am both. Nor death can happend to me, or can life. There is no other like me. For I am one with myself. Nobody else is. That is the way of the Imortal. That is the way of Ulteka Mako.
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