Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20141029134758/@comment-3293219-20141101235228

Damasus sighed, it was clear that any attempt to reason with this brute would lead him nowhere, like a rabid dog, he needed to be taught his place. The Imperial whipped out his machete, from under a pile of papers, he spun around and drove it down, with pinpoint accuracy and missed Shakh's head by mere inches before stopping at his shoulder.

He gently pulled the machete away, as Shakh felt something wet dribble down his neck and his right ear stung terribly. However, it wasn't his right ear that was hurting, it was the space that it used to be...

Shakh's right ear now sat on the floor beside him as Damasus glared, angrily at his employee, machete still extended.