(Strike... strike... strike!) Raice's Khukuri found soft flesh, limbs and tendons, cartlidge, dropping them one by one... the numbers softened, but he was still tiring... reaching back, he snaps the blade into a small device on the chain - a clip for the handle, and begins to swing it again.<br/><br/>This time, things start to get scary.  His blows are swift and just, as the young man drives himself fervently through the maelstrom, a solitary twister breaching the eye of a much larger storm, far more effectively than his last attempt.<br/><br/>***<br/><br/>Arget:  O.o  o.O<img alt="&gt;.&gt;" src="./images/smilies/shifty.gif" title="Shifty eyes"/><img alt="&lt;.&lt;" src="./images/smilies/shifty.gif" title="Shifty eyes"/>o.o  O.O  "Oh my..."