Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20150602194428/@comment-5543592-20150604212400

Ow...  Fucking stings...

Dacian grunted as the wound began to seal. He twisted, testing his back. It still hurt like the dickens, but it was good enough. He pushed the door open and retrieved the katana from the wood. He held it in an interesting pose, most likely the style he was trained in as a Breton noble.

Always hated swords...

He advanced on the recovering Isaiah.