![Novice [250]](https://i.imgur.com/lrYlde6.png)
Janna sat down on a broken chair in the haunted guild, her face obscured by the shadows around. She could hear creatures lurking around, but she didn't actually care about it. Shaking her pale leg in annoyment, she awaited for something to happen around her, for some action to cut through her entire boredom. As per usual, she wore a japanese cloth with a ribbon backwards, and her favourite katana on her back. Her blond, slightly-wavy, white at the edges hair was tied in a small ponytail, as it wasn't large enough to be a big ponytail. Her green eyes, expressless, but evil at the same time wandered aorund the room non-stop, and her hands drifted off to her weapon every once in a while.
She was nervous. That, people couldn't tell, but she was. If one looked at her hands loong enough, he'd notice that they drifted off to her sword at almost every ten seconds. Her eyes would stop on the shadowy corners and watch them continuously, just in case something came out of there. Why was she so nervous?
She had fairly no idea. She had never been nervous, her entire life she had been quite a calm, careless. But now, in the middle of the Haunte Guild, waiting for someone to arrive, she was actually nervous. This feeling in the middle of her stomach, this disgusting feeling, made her want to throw up. How could she feel this?
Her thoughts were interrupted by a sudden crack on the floor. Janna jumped up and looked around, until she noticed that the wooden floor somewhere was crackling inder the weight of something. In the matter of seconds, Janna had rosen from her seat, and her katana, '' Aetherius, Spine of the Lone Victor''. That was the name she had given the katana, her favourite weapon. It had helped her win so many times, that they were countless so far. It was not going to fail her now.
'' Whoever you are, come out and kneel before me.'' Janna said. Her voice was authoritary, serious. Once her weapon, her beloved weapon was in her hands, a feel of security invaded her body, alongside a feel of power and might.
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She was nervous. That, people couldn't tell, but she was. If one looked at her hands loong enough, he'd notice that they drifted off to her sword at almost every ten seconds. Her eyes would stop on the shadowy corners and watch them continuously, just in case something came out of there. Why was she so nervous?
She had fairly no idea. She had never been nervous, her entire life she had been quite a calm, careless. But now, in the middle of the Haunte Guild, waiting for someone to arrive, she was actually nervous. This feeling in the middle of her stomach, this disgusting feeling, made her want to throw up. How could she feel this?
Her thoughts were interrupted by a sudden crack on the floor. Janna jumped up and looked around, until she noticed that the wooden floor somewhere was crackling inder the weight of something. In the matter of seconds, Janna had rosen from her seat, and her katana, '' Aetherius, Spine of the Lone Victor''. That was the name she had given the katana, her favourite weapon. It had helped her win so many times, that they were countless so far. It was not going to fail her now.
'' Whoever you are, come out and kneel before me.'' Janna said. Her voice was authoritary, serious. Once her weapon, her beloved weapon was in her hands, a feel of security invaded her body, alongside a feel of power and might.
(Wordcount: 372/250)
![Master [1000]](https://i.imgur.com/AQXM4xC.png)
![Senior [500]](https://i.imgur.com/Nmfn8cD.png)
