Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25293368-20140817125206/@comment-25344975-20140825015101

Rogar narrowly dodged out of the way of Etaret's attack, he felt a small amoun of blood trickling down from his nose. He swung his sword at Etaret's neck, but he blocked it with his shield. "I'm a milk-drinker? A milk-drinker carries a shield. But this one seems to be skilled."