Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20150618162258/@comment-5543592-20150618222156

Jabshisha's eyes widened in the infractional second before her death. He beserk rage, which usually lead her to win fights, had been her downfall. Her recklessness and argonance had gotten her killed. Perhaps she deserved death.

Garred' sword cleaved through Jabshisha's neck, down to the bone, before becoming stuck in a solid vertabrae for only second, before it sawed through that aswell, decaptiating the Warcheif. Her body slumped to the floor, and her head rolled.

Then, there was silence... for a moment.

"Garred..." The orb breathed, beckoningly, like the Breton was an unforeseen curiousity.