Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5583506-20170802030316/@comment-24530992-20170802162318

His steps gradually turned from sloppy and confused to nimble and somewhat organized. To him it was almost as I'd he were learning a new fighting style, learning how to place his feet to get the greatest advantage. Of course, he was still far from perfect.

He spun Bethany under his arm, taking a few more steps before tripping over a rock and falling backwards into the sand. Instead of cursing as he tumbled, he laughed, showing that either the alcohol was finally getting to him, or he didn't really mind and was having a good time. Possibly both.