Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29559990-20150109200212/@comment-12599067-20150111215649

Mak glared up at the spectators but hesitantly stepped forwards to grab the sharpest sword he could find from the pile. He handed it off to Mioshe and grabbed a blade of his own, for his own sword had been taken by the bandits. He would take it back when they escaped, of course, for it was one of his most prized possessions, along with the note and circlet in his knapsack, which had also been confiscated. His face hardened as he tested the blade, getting a feel for it. If he found any of those things missing or defiled, there would be no end to his rage.

Veranwen, who had practically no weapons training whatsoever, opted for magic and made no move to grab a weapon. She could've used a bow, for she had been trained in the use of one some time ago, but there wasn't one anywhere in the pile, nor were there arrows. Instead, she took a moment to look up at the crowd, disgusted, while magicka pooled into her palms.

Talnarach also made no move to grab a weapon. He could've used a sword, or an axe, but he didn't make any attempt to take a blade, for some reason or another. Instead, he settled for his bare hands, although whether he was going to use brute force or magic was yet to be seen.