"Dead? Not hardly, I'm alive and about to do to you what you sorely deserve." And there he stood, October II, merely Jonathan Creech no more. he was now a Strordinaire, and woe to such as those as Jonny Ten Blade. "Can you say you're ready for me little Jonny Ten Blade? I think not!"
Jonny glared at him and snapped open his blade. "So you're a Strordinaire eh? Funny, I thought they were all gone, never to return. Oh well, I was wrong. But that's okay, I always wanted to take on a Strordinaire, certain I could take several of them down. Not the least of which was that foolish Tykyn. Him I know I would have beaten easily."
Jonathan wanted to answer back, in some defence of Tykyn's name, but he knew that would serve no good purpose. It was time to fight. "Let's have at it Jonny, or are you afraid to face me, the first Strodinaire you've ever faced?"
"A rookie Stordinaire? Not hardly. Come, show me what you're made of Junior." And he smiled, bidding him to attack with a casual gesturing of his fingers.
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