Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20161209153206/@comment-27922119-20161220171757

"What a waste," murmured Fethat, letting the sword in his left hand fade away. The shard of ice flew past him and buried itself on the cliff face above Burb's unconcious body, showering pieces of ice over him.

"I am a master of the sword, girl. Come, come and run to your death."

He pranced nimbly around the Half-God, tolling his lungs in the process.