Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20161224133825/@comment-24530992-20161225183928

"A bit.. busy," Valindor said, firing an arrow at the Breton infront of him. It finally managed to land, sticking him right in the thigh.

"Dammit!" Greed cursed, bringing his sword out. He raised a tentacle and wrapped it around his foe's ankle, yanking him onto the floor. He limped towards him, stabbing at the ground, barely missing. It sliced the side of his armor grazing his skin, but the son of Ius had managed to roll out of the way before it would've potentially pierced his lung. He clambered back up onto his feet, reaching for another arrow, readying for another strike.