Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20151023161926/@comment-5543592-20151026000532

The Breton retrieved Rikki's dagger from the ground as he passed it, and pressed on.

Pierre wanted to chuckle as he rounded a bend and saw Sidion, torch grasped by slender fingers. Not only would the light ruin Sidion's night vision, rendering Pierre practically invisible to Nightmare-Guy, but it also painted a beacon on Sidion. This guy may have been powerful, but he was inexperienced, and arrogant.

The Breton stopped dead, making sure he was in a good, stable position, and certain not to make any noise, before drawing what remained of Pokeblade- a sharp, jagged, metal rod. He lined up a throw for Sidion's chest, not wanting to get too fancy. A throw to the head could sail to the side and miss, and such a throw was very easy to dodge. To the torso, not so much. Sidion'd have to throw himself to the ground to avoid it, and that'd give Pierre an advantage.

He lined up, ready to spear Sidion through the chest...