Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24530992-20140816182744/@comment-24530992-20140819205708

Vaniel's face was pale from the lack of oxygen. The hooded man began gagging, flailing his arms everywhere until his breaths shortened, and he was put down.

The last minion of Bal tackled Vaniel into the ground, and pulled a dagger, holding it up to his neck, making a small cut. Vaniel managed to throw a punch at the man, hitting him square in the nose. He dropped the knife, and in a panic, Vaniel grabbed it and jabbed it into the latter's eye, blood running down the hilt of the blade and onto his hand.

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Varincois jumped up.

"Huh? What is it?"