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I gripped my katana in both hands and swung it at the door with all my might. As I did, everything seemed to suddenly go into needless slow-motion. The katana swam through the normally dormant air with a loud whistle above the faint whoosing noises obligatory to cool slow-mo. It hit the wall with a might clang, letting loose a few sparks and rivets as the tought metal bend backwards. My arms vibrated with the sound, and for a moment I thought I was about to die because I realized that everything going slow while your death unstoppably comes to you is a very dramatic and classy way to go. Then everything went normal and I dazedly felt the now very dented and somewhat cut wall.
Last edited by Risp; Jul 2, 2005 at 06:56 AM.
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