WHEN YOU HURT INSIDE. | open, sparring

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0;font-size:8pt; text-align:justify; line-height:95%; width:400px;]Dirk had been given the task of holding a sparring session, and hell yeah was he going to do that. He was damn good at fighting - Well, with a sword. He stood in camp, his katana drawn, eyes scanning the camp from behind his triangular shades. "Sparring session. Weapons or no weapons, powers or no powers. Decide with your partner." He called out almost nonchalantly, waiting.
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    [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; color: COLOR; line-height: 100%; font-size: 12px; text-align: justify;]ic; Roxy usually didn't spar, since it didn't take much effort to kick her ass in a scrap. But her newfound power was just tempting enough to push her to give it another shot. "I'll fight with a cat or somethin', powers preferred," she called, shrugging. [/fancypost]
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