Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-19164168-20171204071002/@comment-24530992-20180102061612

The Breton swallowed hard, beads of sweat forming on his forehead. His only weakness was being exploited right infront of his eyes, preying directly on his sense of judgement.

"I'm... I'm sorry, Emeric," he muttered, before pulling out his blades and directly attacking the Breton king with a wide flurry of strikes containing brutal swipes at his throat and face. It left him open to Fahara'jad, but he assumed Aia would be able to handle him.