Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20150301192956/@comment-25038310-20150306215236

Jack held his sword in front of him, and slowly started approaching the priest. He found it strange how the priest wasn't attacking, but he wasn't going to let his guard down, however.

He stopped about 10 meters in front of him, pointing the tip at Morokei.

The blue priest he had to fight three years ago. If it wasn't for Zahkriisos, Antoine would have finished him.

He didn't notice any other presence around him after looking around once more. He then stared the priest dead in the eye.

He wasn't completely sure what he had to say. He just stared at the priest, awaiting a threat, the casting of a spell, or perhaps some kind of conversation. "Well, I can't say I'm not surprised. I was expecting your leader here, fiend."