[@BrokenPromise]

(OOC: Ahhh, it's fine. You can have that one for free.)

Jane decided not to risk it. He stared up at the Lord of Lies, watching him swoop down closer to him, when suddenly he was gripped by an idea. He inhaled sharply through his nose, and then grinned a wicked grin. "Ohhhh, if this works..." He adjusted his grip on his katana, letting the black ooze drip down the length of the blade, and waited for the Lord of Lies to swoop down.


Then, at the last possible moment, he sidestepped the blow, swung his katana thorugh the air with a loud, obvious [i]whoosh[/i] and swung the blade up. But strangely, and almost uncharacteristically for him, he didn't aim for the Lord of Lies -- he aimed for the bag. More specifically, he aimed for the bag's straps, attempting to cleave clean through them.