Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20140514193748/@comment-5543592-20140523003109

(Anywho, let's continue)

Anaril was still unconsious. The stranger, who could now be identified as a Breton, was still tearing through attackers. A club sailed towards his face. He ducked under it but was tackled to the ground by his attacker, who then tried to stab him in the chest with a dagger, the stranger did his best to restrain him. The Breton clamped his teeth into the Imperial's forearm, causing the latter to jerk back and scream in pain. The Breton delivered a knock out punch. The others had finished off the last of the enemies. The strange man stood up and turned around to face the group.

"What are you doing here?" He growled in a Liam Neeson-esque voice. His apperance was pale and he had shockingly white hair. His eyes looked like they were yellow, although they appeared orange aswell. He was scarred badly for this fight and previous ones, with various dents and slashes all over his body.