Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20150505163801/@comment-5543592-20150506234249

(Tell me if what I do is bad and I should edit.  It seemed kind of unfair to me, but I've seen people do similar things, so now I am unsure.)

Daithi sighed, looking defeated. He honestly didn't want to fight them- they were just people who didn't want to give up their sword. Sure, they were being selfish and a little inconsiderate, but that was their choice. He relaxed and relented, backing away.

"Fine..." He moved to walk away, and brushed pass Aratius. His hand slid to Dawnbreaker's grip, with the coolness of a trained Nightblade, and Daithi seized it, before taking off at a dead sprint, speeding down the street.

His right leg instantly screamed in protest, an old war wound, but he ignored it. He glanced to his left, up at the roof tops, and was pleased to see his feline friend following his movements from above.