Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20191009222229/@comment-24510587-20191013001105

Emile normally already fought with the fervour of a man that had witnessed too much horrors in his life, but now that he was unarmoured it was even worse. He didn't allow the man to get a chance to make the swing, as he tugged at his spear with one hand to pull the man in close and off-balance. In his free hand, his needle-like shiv appeared from his sleeve, and he repeatedly stuck the thing in the man's throat and face, blood spurting over his own silk robes with each thrust, until his opponent was dead - and then a few times more, because he couldn't take any chances.