Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25038310-20160405011238/@comment-24510587-20160507121509

Hardly even breaking his stance, Dunistair raised his sword with the hilt up, parrying the swing with zero effort. In one fluid motion, he turned the parry into an offensive, directing Aelwin's momentum to the side, sending him to his left side. Before the younger Breton knew it, he had a blade against his throat.

"Hmm. Were you ever taught how to wield a sword before you died?"