Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20191227032639/@comment-5543592-20191228213401

Nyasia nearly fell when Helian let go and hopped a step backwards, trying to reclaim her blaance.

Kismet paused, glancing sideways at the captain. "It's not about what I want."

When Kismet looked away, Nyasia saw an opportunity and lunged at him. He parried without looking, with pure, practice ease, and caught her scimitar on the hilt of his longsword. He locked their weapons together, and pulled her to him. She cried out as he twisted her arm up, forcing the weapon from her hand. It clattered to the pavement and Kismet swept the shortsword across her face. A hoarse, wretched scream forced its way out of her mouth and she fell flat onto her back, hands clutched to her face.

Kismet lowered his swords and sighed, looking over at Nemicus. He tsked,  grinning affably, as if this were all a good joke between them, "I said I'd punish you.  Which brings us here."