Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20170701140145/@comment-7262318-20170715011111

Vashar was doing quite well for himself, hacking and slashing through droves upon droves of Reachmen invaders. His chest and daggers were drenched in the blood of the enemy.

Though she may not have cared for his profession, he was damn good at what he did.

He seemed unstoppable for a moment, but it was for that moment. In the middle of his bloodbath, a voice rang out through his head that was too familiar for him. "You haven't changed in the slightest, have you?"

Vashar's ears instantly perked up, and his eyes darted around the battlefield. "Shobar?..."

It was this distraction that allowed the reachmen to pick him up and slam him into the ground.