Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20191227032639/@comment-5543592-20191228215448

Nyasia pulled her hands back to her sides, the bleeding having stopped. As Helian looked over Nyasia's face, he could see the wound on her cheek slowly closing.

"Don't go far," Kismet smiled at Nemicus, "I'll have business with you once I'm finished here."

There was a sword in her hand, Nyasia realized, but not her scimitar. She did not know how it had gotten there. The grip fit perfectly in her hand and it was so light as to be weightless. Kismet did not see.