Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-19164168-20170111042546/@comment-24530992-20170111200053

Stauntax wandered, his blade flipping and spinning around his hand. His anger was slowly fading, but with every part of it hone, all that was left was the same sickening feeling from before. He was tired of having to run, his friends getting hurt or killed, and failure. He had heard the same thing over and over again- "don't give up". Though the more they had to repeat themselves, the more it grew old.

He shook his head, deeply inhaling as he tried to focus on other things.