Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5583506-20161225200655/@comment-7262318-20170106211705

Mongo looked over the walls at his choices of weapons and armor. "I'm looking.... Ath told me these bastards knew how to make a sword, so these better be good."

Swift could tell that Mongo was furious, but not in his usual Adrenaline-Rush Battle way. This was a different kind of rage, one that's been bitterly grown over time.

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"On it," Athorian said, moving up the hallway with his new sword.

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Ja'Keil let out a sigh and hung his head. At this point, he was beginning to feel more and more like a burden. He wanted desperately to grab the nearest sword and start swinging on the next guard to show his face. But he could not, for he couldn't even locate a sword right now.

His tail drooped and he shut his unseeing eyes.