Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20140906173711/@comment-10906938-20140916002250

Celanar sucked in his gut. The blade raked across his chestpeice, striking sparks and rent chain links. The whole crowd took a gasp. The judge leaned to get a better look, about half a second away from calling the match for Anaril. Celanar wasn't bleeding, to the disappointment or delight of the onlookers. In an instant they were back at it, thudding shields and singing blades.