Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24123288-20150414013830/@comment-5543592-20150415021954

The blade struck Dacian in the chest, cutting through the shield, sinking an inch or two into his flesh. Surprisingly, he didn't even crumple. Instead, his face contorted in reage. He seized the wrist of Nissa's sword arm with one hand, and her through with the other, lifting her from the ground, so that her toes dangled an inch or two above it.

"No, I don't get it!" He growled, furious. "Why would she lie about that?  It doesn't make any sense!" Dacian was sick of people lying to him. He was sick of the half-truths and double crossing. He just wished someone would be straight with him for once.