Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20141223184931/@comment-32420582-20141224032453

Rykadiar balled his hands up into the fist, the hand he was holding the glass in shattered and stabbed into his hand, he would not lose to a simple mask. He had defeated witches that had tried to turn him into there minions, he had defeated a dragon that was trying to recruit him as a minion. He would not be taken down by a weak, pathetic mask, he was stronger then that, he was a damn warlord. The annoyed warrior began pulling the glass shards from his hand, he got out a scroll and healed his hand. He was having a mental war with himself, he blinked then whispered to the mask "Sav-e me fro-m wha-t? A stu-pid mas-k?" he tone was serious and angry.