Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26245872-20141027213346/@comment-32663439-20141028070318

"I'll be glad to deal with the pests." All at once, Tate was a blur. With a *swish* here and a *shing* there, all of them were dead before the first hit the ground. Tate revealed a rough washcloth, and began cleaning the blade. Tate sat down in the field next to the Khajiit. "You all right? What's your name, blooded one?"