Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20140809205711/@comment-12599067-20140811034654

Letting out what seemed almost like a snarl of fury, Praestus reached for Saga's wrist and, upon finding it, latching on with an iron grip before rising to his feet. There was a cut just above his eye that looked like it stung but he ignored it, keeping his vice grip on Saga's wrist as he raised his mace, prepared to swing.

"Clever little harlot," Praestus growled. "Got that healer to help you with this, didn't you? Traitorous bastard. But I suppose that means he can't protect you from me any longer, can he?" he snarled, swinging the mace downwards at Saga's head.