Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20150315213237/@comment-5543592-20150315231522

Perdix drew his second sword now. Honestly, he knew that a second blade gave you no advantages over someone using one, except the option to parry. But it made him look like a badass and gave him an intimidation factor.

He charged a fishman dead on. The nimble opponent swung at Perdix's head. He skidded to a stop, ducked under the swing, and came up behind the creature. He plunged his blade into it's back, up to the hilt. A second approached him, aiming for his head. He parried that attack aside with his off-hand kris. He swung his main kris out of the first fishman's back and across in a sweeping motion, cleaving through the second's neck. The kris did it's job of rending more than the average amount of veins, as Perdix's chest was immediately splattered with blood.

"Nasty." He murmured. Three more charged him, which was more than he'd care to fight. The Fox simply vanished into thin air, only to reappear five seconds later, several yards away.