Dragoncaller (dragoncaller) wrote,

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Mad katana Skillz!

Watching snow, the world without sound, fat heavy flakes like goose down I decide that this is a moment that shouldn't be wasted and I would take my katana and go outside and slice each flake within my arch before it hit the ground, building a pile of bifurcated bits of snow at my feet.

So with katana in hand I went outside, calming my mentals and pacing the fall of the snow. I raised my blade, silver against a grey sky its edge as cold as winter and moonlight and with my eyes locked on my target flake I drew breath, letting it out slowly, slowly, mist curling and snagging in my grizzled beard, fingers flexing on my shark skinned grip, and struck. Sniker-snack! A keen blow! Faster than thought, than sight, perfect body arch and flow, text book stance and posture, a work of art.

I totally missed.

I then decided that it was a stupid idea and went back inside before I froze to death.
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