Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-27152625-20160118155325/@comment-24824884-20160127203201

(Ok, thanks)

"Oh, I wish I was." The Executioner rose from his seat, and pretended to stretch, his arm curved around his back and grabbed hold of Straan.

In a single motion, he plunged the end of the weapon into the unsuspecting face of the betrayer.

As quickly as he could, he mowed down the defenceless ones, and turned to face the mages already using magic. He ran up to one of them, and a gout of fire flashed from his hand. Seeing this, Kemyril turned sideways and brought the bottom blade of his axe to his face, slashing it in two.

If he didn't die of that, he will surely die of blood loss.