Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20160609223302/@comment-5543592-20160610004611

"Hawke!" Scire shouted, breaking from his planning with Xer-Kai to rush to the fallen Breton.

Crimson sat astride Whistles, uncertain what to do.

Never hesitate.  Were the two words that found him, taught during training of the sword.

He leapt from Whistles and drew the ebony scimitar from the sheath on his hip, already feeling a sense of disgust at pulling the weapon loose, but arrows would do no good.

He balanced the weapon, and approached alongside Miri.