Talk:AIF/@comment-32153758-20150611012334

It is a calm, dark night, and Kage (sorry Khoi, gotta set up the scene) is walking through a lonely road.

Lanterns light the way, and fireflies dart about. Kage looks around the area, and turns behind him. Nothing.

He turns around in front, and a man in a trenchcoat is leaning against a lightpost.

"My soldiers told me there was a skilled swordsman here. However, a swordsman cannot be considered skilled, unless he has a neccessary ingredient to his style."

The man turns to face him. He wears a mask. Darksire.

"I challenge you...to a dance battle!"