Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24510587-20190207224937/@comment-5543592-20190209013737

"It would regret that."

The blademaster took up the Seventy-Ninth Strike. He extended his empty hand behind him, the only hold the hilt forward, as if offering it to the figure.

Daireg burst alight, a luminesent stream rising from his skin, and the Spirit-Sword formed in his rear hand. He moved not but for the subtle rise and fall of his chest.