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The sky was black, as a deaths soul, only light from flames woke the night.
There stood a black ninja with eyes as red as blood,standing near the coast line counting waves as time past.
*crack* a snapping of a twig, behind him the ninja swung round and saw a figure in the flames.A suri warrior with two short swords in a battle position.
the ninja moved at a quick pase as the begune battle, fighting for over 2 mins the forest was just like butter, trashed and burned sword clashing blood and sweat splasing.
The ninja swung a quick left slash across him, but failed then the warrior attacked,in a pincer like attack he shoved one sword down his throat an the other between the groin. The 2 swords connected in the stomach, gasping for air the ninja coughed up blood and then the warrior pulled the swords out and the ninjas front, was ripped apart.
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