The masked man disarms Inigo, sending his sword skittering down the steps and onto the rocky ground. Inigo leaps onto a bar to traverse the space and grabs his sword.
The man in black tosses his sword down into a pile of grass, where it stands up straight. Then he grabs hold of the bar, flipping around it twice before landing on his feet and taking up his sword again.
"Who are you?" Inigo says, squinting at him.
"No one of consequence," the masked man replies.
"I must know."
"Get used to disappointment."
At Inigo's shrug and quiet, "Okay," Autor laughs. "These two are wonderful."
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Date: 2015-11-10 03:57 am (UTC)The masked man disarms Inigo, sending his sword skittering down the steps and onto the rocky ground. Inigo leaps onto a bar to traverse the space and grabs his sword.
The man in black tosses his sword down into a pile of grass, where it stands up straight. Then he grabs hold of the bar, flipping around it twice before landing on his feet and taking up his sword again.
"Who are you?" Inigo says, squinting at him.
"No one of consequence," the masked man replies.
"I must know."
"Get used to disappointment."
At Inigo's shrug and quiet, "Okay," Autor laughs. "These two are wonderful."