Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20150812154412/@comment-6006054-20150814014711

Kjalek leapt down onto the settling snow. He drew his greatsword and killed a bandit who was starting to stand up. Another was one his hands and knees.

''Kick. Crack of broken ribs. Sword thrust. Kill.''

The new blade worked well, two corpses bleeding into the snow with almost no effort was proof of that.