Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140205203111/@comment-24123288-20140208153103

"Right..."

Mikasa stood up and unsheathed her silver sword in a flash. After a few minutes of standing there concentrating, a few small tendrils of Shadow flowed from her hands and wrapped around her sword, the blade looked darker and the tendrils solidified around it. Giving it an odd look.