Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20191124214112/@comment-24510587-20191127071037

Lysilde's assailant suddenly dropped, his head having turned into ground meat with a dull bonk. Emile stood over the corpse, but did not take a breather; there were more threats, there were threats everywhere. Emile's expression was stony and blank, his eyes clearly revealing he had sunken into an adrenaline-fuelled fight-or-flight rush - an almost feral glint in them. Hammer in one hand and rondel dagger in the other, he swung and jabbed at anything that got too close with extreme prejudice.