Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1592115-20150528101733/@comment-25038310-20150603162200

Suddenly, Cyrus felt a burning sensation resting on his right shoulder. The sword lat inches away from his throat, and was wielded by noone other than Rudolf, who cocked his head.

"Destroy it, Red. This thing will aid us further..." He muttered, rather twitchy.