[Glowing...sword. She doesn't look a thing like John. This must be part of that breed of abilities that come from Suou's world. At least that's the extent of what he can reason with his blood rushing in his own ears. It's difficult not to stare at the thing, even as it's zipping toward him. Dan sweeps low at her feet hoping to trip her up. His armor isn't made to stop a sword of all things. Bullets usually are what you'd encounter in 1970s New York.]
Kidnapping, huh? There's been a change of plans.
[He can hope. So far, he's holding his own well. That's before the sword started to glow.]
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Date: 2010-05-20 10:27 pm (UTC)Kidnapping, huh? There's been a change of plans.
[He can hope. So far, he's holding his own well. That's before the sword started to glow.]