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Sen steps into the gloom eyes looking around.looking around. The Muramasa is silent now, as is the hallway that they enter. Sen's hand goes to the hilt of his sword as the two men go deeper into the home.

Sen would have sworn that the place could not be this big looking form the outside. There was only one explanation: sorcery. Sen had dealt with dangerous sorcery all his life. Though this seemed less hostile than what he had grown accustomed to.

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Sen steps into the gloom eyes looking around.looking around. The Muramasa is silent now, as is the hallway that they enter. Sen's hand goes to the hilt of his sword as the two men go deeper into the home.

Sen would have sworn that the place could not be this big looking form the outside. There was only one explanation: sorcery. Sen had dealt with dangerous sorcery all his life. Though this seemed less hostile than what he had grown accustomed to.

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The two men see nothing behind them, but feel the rush of wind as the door closes itself. If either of them go to the door and try the handle, they'll find that it seems to be locked from the inside.

A voice echoes from all around them. It has an accent that sounds similar to British English, but not quite what that sounds like, and is very deep.

"You who seek to defile this place with dark magic shall be dealt with, post-haste," it says.

Sen thinks that it seems to be coming from up the stairs, but Nightrival cannot discern its place of origin. However, both of them can see a suit of armor in each of the adjoining rooms take a step off their display pedestals and raise their weapons towards them. The one closer to Nightrival has a mace, and the one closer to Sen carries a morningstar. Behind the helms glows a pair of bright reddish lights, looking like two hellish eyes.

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The two men see nothing behind them, but feel the rush of wind as the door closes itself. If either of them go to the door and try the handle, they'll find that it seems to be locked from the inside.

A voice echoes from all around them. It has an accent that sounds similar to British English, but not quite what that sounds like, and is very deep.

"You who seek to defile this place with dark magic shall be dealt with, post-haste," it says.

Sen thinks that it seems to be coming from up the stairs, but Nightrival cannot discern its place of origin. However, both of them can see a suit of armor in each of the adjoining rooms take a step off their display pedestals and raise their weapons towards them. The one closer to Nightrival has a mace, and the one closer to Sen carries a morningstar. Behind the helms glows a pair of bright reddish lights, looking like two hellish eyes.

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The two men see nothing behind them, but feel the rush of wind as the door closes itself. If either of them go to the door and try the handle, they'll find that it seems to be locked from the inside.

A voice echoes from all around them. It has an accent that sounds similar to British English, but not quite what that sounds like, and is very deep.

"You who seek to defile this place with dark magic shall be dealt with, post-haste," it says.

Sen thinks that it seems to be coming from up the stairs, but Nightrival cannot discern its place of origin. However, both of them can see a suit of armor in each of the adjoining rooms take a step off their display pedestals and raise their weapons towards them. The one closer to Nightrival has a mace, and the one closer to Sen carries a morningstar. Behind the helms glows a pair of bright reddish lights, looking like two hellish eyes.

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The ghostly voice causes Nightrival to slightly tremble, and before he can collect his thoughts his stomach plummets at seeing unliving suits of armour jolt free of their pedestals and lurch towards him and Sen. He shakes his head once, grinds his teeth then draws out his escrima staves from underneath his padded gloves. He crouches into an offensive stance and his eyes bore into his opponent's glowing red eyes.

"Let's see what these tin cans can do," he spits.

Spinning on his front foot, Nightrival closes the distance between him and the mace-wielding menace, slamming both staves into the armour's chestplate.

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The ghostly voice causes Nightrival to slightly tremble, and before he can collect his thoughts his stomach plummets at seeing unliving suits of armour jolt free of their pedestals and lurch towards him and Sen. He shakes his head once, grinds his teeth then draws out his escrima staves from underneath his padded gloves. He crouches into an offensive stance and his eyes bore into his opponent's glowing red eyes.

"Let's see what these tin cans can do," he spits.

Spinning on his front foot, Nightrival closes the distance between him and the mace-wielding menace, slamming both staves into the armour's chestplate.

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The ghostly voice causes Nightrival to slightly tremble, and before he can collect his thoughts his stomach plummets at seeing unliving suits of armour jolt free of their pedestals and lurch towards him and Sen. He shakes his head once, grinds his teeth then draws out his escrima staves from underneath his padded gloves. He crouches into an offensive stance and his eyes bore into his opponent's glowing red eyes.

"Let's see what these tin cans can do," he spits.

Spinning on his front foot, Nightrival closes the distance between him and the mace-wielding menace, slamming both staves into the armour's chestplate.

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The staves bounce off the armor, and though the light is dim, Nightrival can tell that he didn't even leave a scratch. He'll have to hit harder to do anything to his mystical foes.

He doesn't get much time to ponder this, though. The mace swings out, and Nightrival can tell that it was aiming for his escrima staves. It doesn't come close, of course - it seems that despite their preternatural toughness, they aren't nearly as skilled in the martial arts as the Southside vigilante.

Sen's foe still approaches, but its movements are somewhat clumsy, and certainly telegraphed. Judging from Nightrival's ease in attacking his target, it's safe to guess that the armors rely on not being injured by blows, rather than avoiding them.

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The staves bounce off the armor, and though the light is dim, Nightrival can tell that he didn't even leave a scratch. He'll have to hit harder to do anything to his mystical foes.

He doesn't get much time to ponder this, though. The mace swings out, and Nightrival can tell that it was aiming for his escrima staves. It doesn't come close, of course - it seems that despite their preternatural toughness, they aren't nearly as skilled in the martial arts as the Southside vigilante.

Sen's foe still approaches, but its movements are somewhat clumsy, and certainly telegraphed. Judging from Nightrival's ease in attacking his target, it's safe to guess that the armors rely on not being injured by blows, rather than avoiding them.

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The staves bounce off the armor, and though the light is dim, Nightrival can tell that he didn't even leave a scratch. He'll have to hit harder to do anything to his mystical foes.

He doesn't get much time to ponder this, though. The mace swings out, and Nightrival can tell that it was aiming for his escrima staves. It doesn't come close, of course - it seems that despite their preternatural toughness, they aren't nearly as skilled in the martial arts as the Southside vigilante.

Sen's foe still approaches, but its movements are somewhat clumsy, and certainly telegraphed. Judging from Nightrival's ease in attacking his target, it's safe to guess that the armors rely on not being injured by blows, rather than avoiding them.

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Sen sees the suits of Armour begin to peel themselves off the wall. He doesn't even miss a beat as he blade whistles out of his sheath and he dives towards the nearest armor. This is the sort of thing he has faced almost daily.

He dashes towards the suit keeping low. At the moment before the strike he springs up his katana flashes in several arcs of metal as his blade slices into the suit's chestplate.

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Sen sees the suits of Armour begin to peel themselves off the wall. He doesn't even miss a beat as he blade whistles out of his sheath and he dives towards the nearest armor. This is the sort of thing he has faced almost daily.

He dashes towards the suit keeping low. At the moment before the strike he springs up his katana flashes in several arcs of metal as his blade slices into the suit's chestplate.

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Sen sees the suits of Armour begin to peel themselves off the wall. He doesn't even miss a beat as he blade whistles out of his sheath and he dives towards the nearest armor. This is the sort of thing he has faced almost daily.

He dashes towards the suit keeping low. At the moment before the strike he springs up his katana flashes in several arcs of metal as his blade slices into the suit's chestplate.

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Sen ducked under the automaton's clumsy blow. He hissed a curse as he saw that the armor had resisted his blade's edge. He would never lose to a soulless tool. The blade seemed to squirm in his grip as cried for him to release his hatred.

Sen whipped the blade around him creating a blur of silver. Anger swelled in his chest till it burst forth from his mouth in a

loud shout as he launched himself recklessly at the armor. Again his blade was only a flicker of movement as it sunk again and again into the suit before him.

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Sen ducked under the automaton's clumsy blow. He hissed a curse as he saw that the armor had resisted his blade's edge. He would never lose to a soulless tool. The blade seemed to squirm in his grip as cried for him to release his hatred.

Sen whipped the blade around him creating a blur of silver. Anger swelled in his chest till it burst forth from his mouth in a

loud shout as he launched himself recklessly at the armor. Again his blade was only a flicker of movement as it sunk again and again into the suit before him.

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Sen ducked under the automaton's clumsy blow. He hissed a curse as he saw that the armor had resisted his blade's edge. He would never lose to a soulless tool. The blade seemed to squirm in his grip as cried for him to release his hatred.

Sen whipped the blade around him creating a blur of silver. Anger swelled in his chest till it burst forth from his mouth in a

loud shout as he launched himself recklessly at the armor. Again his blade was only a flicker of movement as it sunk again and again into the suit before him.

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Striking against the armour causes the escrima staves to vibrate in Nightrival's hands, and a metallic ring bounces around inside in his ears. He takes a brief moment to evaluate the situation by taking a short step back and holding a more defensive stance. Nightrival spots the the other suit of armour drawing closer to him.

"Oh, great," he mutters.

He ducks then does a back roll, but instead of moving away from his opponent he remains in the same spot, forcing the suit of armour to step forward and leave itself wide open. Hoping that the animated armour would be fooled by his ruse, Nightrival once again lunges forward and drives his staves into the armour's chest, only with greater force.

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Striking against the armour causes the escrima staves to vibrate in Nightrival's hands, and a metallic ring bounces around inside in his ears. He takes a brief moment to evaluate the situation by taking a short step back and holding a more defensive stance. Nightrival spots the the other suit of armour drawing closer to him.

"Oh, great," he mutters.

He ducks then does a back roll, but instead of moving away from his opponent he remains in the same spot, forcing the suit of armour to step forward and leave itself wide open. Hoping that the animated armour would be fooled by his ruse, Nightrival once again lunges forward and drives his staves into the armour's chest, only with greater force.

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Striking against the armour causes the escrima staves to vibrate in Nightrival's hands, and a metallic ring bounces around inside in his ears. He takes a brief moment to evaluate the situation by taking a short step back and holding a more defensive stance. Nightrival spots the the other suit of armour drawing closer to him.

"Oh, great," he mutters.

He ducks then does a back roll, but instead of moving away from his opponent he remains in the same spot, forcing the suit of armour to step forward and leave itself wide open. Hoping that the animated armour would be fooled by his ruse, Nightrival once again lunges forward and drives his staves into the armour's chest, only with greater force.

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Nightrival's opponent is fooled by the quick dodges, and the escrima batons dent the front of the chestplate this time as Nightrival hits harder. It's still moving, but it's not invulnerable. It tries to swing at him with the mace, but doesn't even come close to him.

Meanwhile, Sen's sword slides through his armor opponent from the back side. This blow cuts out a sizeable chunk of the armor near the small of its back. Though it's clear that no flesh remains inside, it still falls to the ground as though a truly lethal blow were dealt, unmoving.

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Nightrival's opponent is fooled by the quick dodges, and the escrima batons dent the front of the chestplate this time as Nightrival hits harder. It's still moving, but it's not invulnerable. It tries to swing at him with the mace, but doesn't even come close to him.

Meanwhile, Sen's sword slides through his armor opponent from the back side. This blow cuts out a sizeable chunk of the armor near the small of its back. Though it's clear that no flesh remains inside, it still falls to the ground as though a truly lethal blow were dealt, unmoving.

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