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Mental glass shatters as a thumping sound emerges from the door. Ren let out a sigh, because he knew that the time had finally come. He stood up and gathered his three blade sheaths. Two of which carried katana within. The third sheath was mysteriously empty.
Each of the sheath designs were similar yet differed from each other by the species of animal. One sheath bore a white tiger with icy cold eyes that would intimidate the cowardice. Another bore the insignia of a blue dragon that wrapped itself around the sheath and had fiery red eyes and red hot flames erupting from its mouth, turning everything in its path into ash. The third and empty sheath had the lone soul of the wolf with mystifying yet tranquil green eyes.
Ren's dark soulless eyes looked ahead as his feet moved slowly towards the door, leaving his room. The door closed behind him as he walked through a hallway. His feet carried him into the courtyard from the eastern sect. He took one last breath, closing his eyes and cracking his neck.
He gripped his tiger sheath, ready to flick his thumb and lash out at any moving object within his 6' radius bubble. His emotionless eyes were closed once again in meditation and extreme focus. His body was twisted in such a manner, that his first swing would be a lethal one for anything that came into contact with it. If anything came from behind, he could merely thrust his sheath in its direction.
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