Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20140330230839/@comment-24438639-20140417014241

Olaf fought beside Anwen as they carved their way towards the city, Olafs armour was badly scratched and a few arrows decorated it, his hair was matted with blood. He had traded weopans several times though he wielded the Xivalies weopan which remianed crimson with bits of white dust stuck to it. Hes blows remained powerful though he had began to lose speed and his breathing came in quick burst