"Skill and survival are the only things that matter" [open]

[swordofajerk]

[There's a moment of disorientation, of feeling like he's slipping into (or out of) something, and then suddenly there is a Spectre in the middle of Limbo yelling and shoving the other Spectres nearby out of his way and reaching for something that should be on his hip but isn't and all he can thing of is he needs something.

Sword? Maybe? That feels right, he needs a sword. Where can he get one, why doesn't he have one, why does he want one, why the hell is he suddenly aware of the fact that he is dead?]

Dammit. What the hell is going on--

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[swordofajerk]

[Sword pauses, sizing Lion up.]

I think that would be a good test of both our skills.

[This is like diving into the deep end just after learning to doggy paddle.]

[crypddyd]

I look forward to it- but the Underside first.

[He sets to work finishing his tea, giving Sword time to eat]