Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24685738-20170605191359/@comment-5543592-20170607203322

Both of Taeris' swords rang out as simultaneously as the two legionnaires'. The sword in his left hand caught the caught's mace, and the sword in his right lurched to lock hilts with the legionnaires. He shoved his weapons against them, both to force them back and to launch himself to his feet. Which he did, working on leg beneath himself, and then he was upright, leveling a blade at each soldier.

He wasn't even looking them-- instead, his eyes were unfocused, staring blankly in the space between the two. There was no dare in his expression, no excitement or anguish-- just pure apathy. He had killed two men and would kill two more without much of a thought.