Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24449631-20140909202110/@comment-5543592-20140915002215

"Damnit." Muttered Fritjolf, watching the carnage. He pulled out his dart gun, and loaded up the posion. He didn't want to hit anyone but Emarrel, not that he wouldn't feel guilty killing her. She'd been a good friend, but unfortunately she was currently a blood crazed vampire. But there was no shot. A shame he didn't know the potion that cured Vampirism. That would've been helpful.

"Azura guide me." He muttered as he drew his dai-katana and launched himself down into the frey. He launched forward, still invisible, with estonishing speed, but kept a defensive stance, moving towards the Vampire's exposed back. Past Emarrel, Azarath could see a bizarre ripple in the air.