Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140308235607/@comment-27783182-20140309001126

Sancreriel looked at his wounded wing. He shouted in pain, as the wings weren't attached to the pauldrons, but attached to his body.

"Curse you to the depths of Oblivion, spawn of Tyranil!" Sancreriel started to swing his Silver Mace at Mikasa. (because i can't remember his original weapon :P)