Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24123288-20170206175530/@comment-30797453-20170208225459

Tarshal grabbed a straggler from behind and violently slit the throat of an attacker who struggled like a fish deprived of air before loosening in Tarshals grip, his blood painting the ground like a sick canvas. Tarshal let the freshly slain foe collapse to the floor, around him were four other victims of his frenzied swordplay which was like a art form to Tarshal; honed and perfected over many decades " Fucking cunts fight like old women" He exacerbated, shouting after the stragglers. He noticed a wounded attacker, preceding without question to grab a shield off the ground and smash the mans head in till it was mush and the shield ruined and splintered.