Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20141127202735/@comment-12599067-20150106043730

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Clarent moved surprisingly quickly. He dove for the ground just as Conall's sword tore into the chair he had been sitting at seconds ago, although it did draw a thin line of blood on the necromancer's right arm. He hissed in pain as he hit the ground but whirled around surprisingly quickly, scrambling backwards and readying spells in his palms. By the time Conall had pulled his sword out from the chair, there was a glowing rune between himself and the necromancer, who was fixing up the scratch with a simple healing spell while he used his other arm to support himself.

"Don't take another step. Unless you're feeling pretty good about your life, then you'd probably best sheathe that sword and get back," Clarent growled. "I'm not going to kill anyone for no reason, so do me a favor and don't give me one."