Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24372248-20140604003647/@comment-24530992-20140605195815

Jakarn drew his bow, and cautiously unsheathed an arrow. The mist formed a few yards behind them, a dark figure with blood caked gloves. It turned it's head up, revealing a plae face. Jakarn turned, just as he was about to shank Ria in the back. He forcefully kicked him in the ribs, sending him doubling backwards, maybe breaking a few ribs. The mand drew his knife, and slashed at Jakarn once he regained his balance. It barely caught him on his shoulder. He swiftly took his arrow and jabbed it between it's eyes.