Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-27025277-20160517214212/@comment-29458028-20160526144520

"Heh. Sure, Sure, Sure, I got the fucking message capt'n" laughed Arawnn, returning the hard stare as he grabbed the captain's arm with his own two hands, and closed his eyes, as his hands glowed gold. He seemed to be focusing, even if he was getting the air squeezed clean out of him. Arawnn's magic ... no, to call it magic was wrong. His POWER activated, and gold threads started to play around the captain's arm, weakening it, draining it of strength, slowly taking the life that powered the arm. If Arawnn kept it up, he would eventually drain whoever was holding him dry.

"Do I look like a milk drinker? This isn't my first time" said Arawnn, as he twisted the wrist of the hand holding his neck very hard, his other hand dropping to his sword hilt and gripping it. He was very strong, despite his thin frame, and perhaps threatening him like that wasn't a smart idea. Arawnn was obviously the sort who fought back ... and fought very, very dirty.