Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29559990-20150109200212/@comment-5543592-20150111231715

Mioshe staggered to his feet, his hands were still bound. He had managed to flip over his canine attacker and strangle it to death. He retrieved a sword and spun it swiftly between his palms, swiftly slicing the ropes. He wiggled his wrists to let the rope fall to the floor. The sword he had was pitiful. It was missing the top quarter and was speckled with rust. Still, it had a jagged point and had maintained some sharpness. For not the first time in his life he wished he could conjure a weapon. Without all the baggage disgusting Conjuration brought with it.

"It is big." Annouced Mioshe. "Go for groin.  Avoid claws."