Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24530992-20140724144903/@comment-24530992-20140727140804

Tristyc looked at the others, his blood boiling with anger.

"All of you, get the fuck out of my sight!" He shouted, unsheathing one of his knives.

"Tristyc--" Vaniel as cut off when he saw the piece of black steel flying straight towards him. He ducked in time. He stood back up.

"I told you to leave." The younger Breton spat back venomously. Vaniel toom a few steps back before turning away completely and walking away, a bit startled.