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<span style="font-family: 'georgia'"><span style="font-size: 12px"><span style="color: #9D612B">AND MY GOOD INTENTIONS NEVER END<br/>
THE WAY I MEANT</span></span></span>​</div><br/><span style="font-size: 9px"><span style="color: #544A41"><span style="font-family: 'georgia'"><span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="color: #9D612B">The drow put all of her attention into those few books she had found,</span></span></span> reading them over and over again for any details that might help her in some way for the next bout against the Silverbrow.  It wasn't until she had discovered the most detailed and important section of all, <i>The Way of the Warrior</i>, that she became truly interested.  Pouring into what was in front of her, Sbatarra read each line like it was some ancient text that would unlock the deepest, darkest secrets of her heritage.  She compared each and every line of the <i>Bushido</i> to her own life, trying to find similarities and differences between herself and the woman who had bested her twice.  In the end, she was left knowing that she was the polar opposite of Sililuthsauriva, and it only reminded her of how someone who lived by such strict rules, by such a pious and do-goody life, had bested her so easily, whereas she broke free of all limitations and gained strength through that.<br/>
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She wasn't about to change her way of life, however.  It was becoming clear that the best way for her to learn about her target was to learn directly from her target, rather than look for answers in books.  There had to be some exceptions to this <i>onna-bushi</i>, some things she did differently than the norm of the <i>Bushido</i>, some things that made her more free than what these texts would imply.  The only way to figure that out would be to pry the information out of the <i>onna-bushi</i>, after she was left writhing on the ground in her own blood.<br/>
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That thought brought a warm, yet terribly wicked smile to the drow's lips.<br/>
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Still, with that research done to its fullest, Sbatarra still had time before she felt like she would need rest.  Six hours had passed, five being spent on searching for books on the samurai, re-reading them, and taking mental notes before she could even consider herself done.  Considering she had arrived at the library just before noon, she had a bit of light left before the two moons revealed themselves, and danced about in the sky with one another.  Plenty of time to pour into the local history, the geography, and perhaps a few journals that were donated to the library for those of a more adventurous mind.  She needed a plan, a destination for her to strive towards, and now that she had filled out all of the areas on her own map, she had time to study it, and consider just where she should go next.  Perhaps to one of the cities, to gather supplies, before heading somewhere that could provide her with a challenge.  Unless she kept pushing herself, she would never grow stronger than the <i>onna-bushi</i>, and wouldn't be able to defeat her come their next bout.</span></span><br/><br/><div style="text-align: right"><span style="font-family: 'Georgia'"><span style="font-size: 22px"><a class="externalLink" href="http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=454315" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">*</a></span></span>​</div><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>