Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-32420582-20150308095306/@comment-29458028-20150309022818

Raytheon seemed extremely focused as he fired yet another ice spike at the crawling bandit, severing the last tendon in the bandit's arm. The man started to beg for his life.

So far, Ratheon had used a reverse grip technique to open exactly seven disabling wounds, before ice spikes cut ther remainder of the bandit's tendons. He had did fanciful flourishes with his blade to defeat every bandit, sending them into each other, slashing like a whirlwind.

It took him a total of half an hour to kill them. Normally it would have taken him only 5 minutes, but they had to send a pretty female guard to see if he actually got the job done. The show off streak came on, he took of his helmet and reversed the grip of his sword.

Ratheon felt his face. There were no cuts. Good. He collected his pay from the lady who followed him and walked for his next destination, blowing a kiss.