Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26245872-20141227060154/@comment-32663439-20141230012012

(Counter-Yandere activated)

(Also just as a prerequisite: Fuck you Anna)

Fanari laughed. She had felt the draining effect. "You really dislike me, don't you?" She handed the sword to Syinter as well. "You really want to fight over this? I would prefer not to, but if you insist..." She clasped her hands together, and then pulled them apart. In her hand was a blade that seemed to be made of polished, perfect stalhrim. It was a summoned version of Skaalfrost. She began speaking in the Old Norse. "By the blade of my father, All-Maker guide him, he comes to assist me now." The sword seemed to grow longer and more magically powerful after she said this. She prepared for combat.