Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24510587-20190219030909/@comment-5543592-20190220010003

The Reachman raised his own spear to meet it, the shaft of Graicus' weapon bouncing off. He was fast.

The spear had been his bed partner. He had been raised on suffering and war. Made strong by it.

"When you came through here you killed most of us." The Forsworn said, stepping back. He slowly made a circuit of Graicus, spear held low along the inside of his arm. "Women.  Some young.  Mainly the men."