Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25038310-20160529172721/@comment-25038310-20160718090359

((Okay, internet sucks ass but lemme try writing something.))

The black knights of the Saint exited the guard tower, charging towards the Undead, who they outnumbered atleast 2 to 1, with their broadswords, rapiers, claymores and greatswords.

They were unrelenting and threw themselves upon their foes, agressive and swift, bloodthirsty and fearless.

Richard soon found himself guarding against multiple attacks, as his shield managed o absorb most of the damage thrown his way. He stabbed his sword in one of the horizontal slits in the knights' armor, taking one down as it was felled with an inhumane shriek. He was swiftly punished for dropping his guard though, as another sunk the tip of a white rapier in his shoulder.

Sebastien held off multiple opponents, although he kept them at a distance with the length of his greatsword. He was desperate, but was given little oppurtunities to attack his foes as he constantly dodged or parried incoming blows from two knights.

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Josep smiled, although her face remained unseen under her brass helmet. It was a reflex, and it had happened so fast. She gave a curt nod in reply, before trudging on with her spear in her offhand, eager to escape anyone's gaze.

Abello looked at her from a distance as he continued on with much trouble, using his longsword to support himself rather than be wary of incoming attacks.

Suddenly, from the end of the path, in the darkness, the group heard something. The sound of multiple bows being nocked.

The narrow sewers provided little place to dodge or cover, and the corlses were not safe to use as shields. Abello was struck straight in his throat, as the ebony arrow penetrated his armor. Josephine, although barely, crouched and evaded the second one. The others had been aimed at Dunistair, or Delevan who had been behind him.