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After getting his new mentor who taught him about the blade, Linx was desperate to practice it. Of course, the serval cub was not a psychopath and he didn't want to test it on real people. Just trees and the like. So with his slightly new obsidian twin katanas, the lanky serval cub strode confidently towards the tree with his mentors wise words ringing in his ears. "Remember this; The blade is just an extended limb. Treat it as such, and you will find it easier to move with the blade." He let a smirk turn up the corners of his lips, though also remembering not to get too cocky with it. He had been told frightening stories about people getting cocky too early into the fighting situation and ending up with major loss of limb. So Linx knew to stay WELL clear of that kind of crap. He wasn't stupid enough, anyways.
But someone was stupid enough to approach a twin katana wielding serval.
It was an Exile. And just the whiff of that disgusting, rotten scent made the back of his neck raise in anxiety, fear, and mostly, rage. Such a deep rage, that Linx thought he could see red growing in the corners of his eyes. He slowly turned around, striped tail whipping back and forth and he heard the pitter patters of feet, heavy in their approach. He closed his eyes and took in the environment around him, just like his mentor had said. Dirt. Fresh, easy dirt. Leaves. Stray roots. Tree limbs. And then he knew what to do. Just before the feet got too close for his comfort, he opened his narrowed olive eyes and dug one katana into the ground and spun in the air, and following suit was a array of dirt and dust and rocks, all flung directly into the Exilers eyes. Linx landed back on the earth with a thud and although blind, the Exiler ran forwards with an enraged scream, tears flowing from his ruined eyes. Linx shifted his position and whistled, and the Exiler came running and then proceeded to run straight into a branch. He collapsed, and Linx lifted his twin katanas high above his head, the obsidian glinting in the sunlight, glaring down at the Exiler. His head was bleeding from the whack of the tree.
He wasn't about to give mercy to someone who would've killed him beforehand.
So he brought it down right onto the npcs forehead and brain matter and blood spurted upwards and right onto the serval cubs face. He didn't flinch. He kept his position, holding the katanas lodged in the males head and then slowly withdrew before sheathing them and staring at his dead opponent, breathing quietly.
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