Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20191227032639/@comment-5543592-20191228211708

Kismet cut his sword free from Baldr's cheek, pivoting towards Clodagh. The longsword came down on the blade of her weapon, knocking it towards the ground, and the short sword perforated her stomach. He jerked his arm, opening her gut, and then slid it free.

Baldr's body teetered like a felled tree, hit the ground like one too.

Nyasia's mind cleared enough for her to put her shaking hands on her scimitar, ears deaf to Nemicus' shout. It took her three attempts to draw it.

The alley had drained nearly entirely of people, the last few lingering only because they were frozen by shock.