Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20131124143109/@comment-6006054-20131127051819

Kenyon stand near the railing, coughing from the ash. A crate of some sort strikes his right arm, knocking him of balance and sending his claymore over the side. Kenyon stares after it for a second, then plunges after it as a another peice of debris slams into him.