Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24123288-20150315182542/@comment-24123288-20150317152437

(Well stop being so busy, Sunny geez :P)

Kay crouched in cover behind a coffin to shield herself from the constant barrage of fireballs being tossed at her from the Mage of the cultist party. She quietly drew her sword and looked at the calmly glowing ebony blade. She stared at it for a solid 3 minutes, considering her options.

''It'll be too confusing to explain it. Just...hold off. You are good enough on your own.''

There was finally a pause in the bombardment as the mage ran out of magicka. Kay smirked and took her chance, darting out from the coffin and running low on the floor.

The mage pulled out a pitiful dagger to defend himself with, which made Kay even more delighted. It was simple and over quick for the poor Mage.

He lost his head...