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Word Count: 5,040
Progress: 10%
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Sweat slides slowly along a pale cheek, reaching the end of the expanse of skin and landing soundlessly on a dark, sleeveless shirt. Arms and legs move in a flurry of movement, smooth and flawless. Punch, duck, sweeping kick, upwards kick, flip over, stand, dodge. It was an old routine, almost a ritual now, and Kethis could do it in his sleep.
mdseiran: (Default)
Word Count: 2,133
Progress: 4.3%
Sample:
The lid of the canteen is quickly screwed on and she turns to leave, tucking a stray lock of hair behind her ear. The place always would hold fond memories for her, but in her weary state the bad ones emerged along, and that wasn't something she wanted to deal with. She knew there was an inn a little way east of the square and headed in that direction, never looking back even as a commotion started out behind her. It didn't concern her anymore, she told herself firmly, keeping her pace steady. There was a shout behind her and the sound of running footsteps, seeming to be heading her way. "Seiran!"

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