joker lips { mystic/riot } blitz

The sword in my hands is something that I am used too. It doesn't feel awkward or foreign or anything but an extra large butter knife- on the much sharper side though. I trained with them a little back at home, my wrestling pals sometimes wanting to live life on the edge a little and handle sharp metal sticks then beating each other to a pulp with a bare fists. They preferred fists, just like myself, but the blades were cool too. Especially the ones here, they were beautiful, the silver shining like the armour of a knight. 

I swing the blade around a little, before walking over to the dummies in the centre of the room. The dummies that I were using were all faceless and not very appealing lets be honest. Tilting my head to the side I quickly waddle over to the painting section, grab some red pain and move quickly back, my finger forming a curved line in the center of its face. I step back and look at my creation. Perfect. A red smile of a grim reaper. "Looking hot," I wink at the dummy quickly whipping my hands on my pant. "That smile suits you."