Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-10906938-20140218020301/@comment-11457306-20140222044800

With her night sight restored, M'nara slipped into the melee, darting in and stabbing wherever she could. She was too slight for powerful face to face combat, but she was quick and agile. A large man spotted her and charged her, lifting his fist instead of his sword, intending to knock her out for later. It was his last mistake. She ducked under the blow and drove Grief into his lower abdomen, ripping him from his groin to his ribs. His scream as he fell forward nearly deafened her. She danced away into the darkness.