Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24510587-20190219030909/@comment-5543592-20190220152149

Eoghann jumped back a second too late, earning a gash along his ribs. He backed away, unfocused eyes drifting lazily across Graicus. He reorienting his stance, adjusting to this development.

He snapped the staff in two and tossed the pieces aside and from around his neck removed a long dagger made from trollbone. It's point was sharp, a point finer than metal could keep, and the edge of it was serrated, chunks of bone removed to give the dagger's edge a row of irregular teeth, like fangs.

He flipped the dagger around his hand, a knife-fighter's trick, and raised his hand up to cover his throat, right foot forwards, left foot back, a knife-fighter's stance.