Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20190916205409/@comment-25828117-20190917000737

Before the lasso could even form around Lysilde, Glenwynn shot up from underneath her cloak.

The sword was like a bolt or arrow with its own mind. It levitated.

Just like a hot knife through butter it sliced through the rope, keeping Lysilde free and safe.

Helian on the other hand had no such fantastical weapon and struggled underneath the bed sheets whilst Abaresk bucked and tried to toss him off. It was a very discombobulating experience.