Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29559990-20150109200212/@comment-5543592-20150111032333

"Stop!" Mioshe had appeared from cover and was now standing in the middle of the path, Ebony Scimitar in hand, which hung loosely at his side.

"Grab his mask, I kill you all." He threatened. It didn't sound threatening, his tone didn't change, he actually sounded pleasant. But he alos sounded like he whole-heartedly meant it.