Ishamael smiled as he took one more step backwards and stood with feet shoulder-width apart, stretching the muscles in his neck, and rolling his shoulders.
"Excellent."
Holding out his hand, a staff of black fire formed from nothing in his hand. A small smile. The dark staff seemed to absorb the dull light of the early evening.
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Date: 2006-10-12 09:32 pm (UTC)"Excellent."
Holding out his hand, a staff of black fire formed from nothing in his hand. A small smile. The dark staff seemed to absorb the dull light of the early evening.
"Shall we begin, Lady Shelley?"