Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20131218233902/@comment-3293219-20131219222852

Corelas had stood on his own for what felt like days, clutching the spear in one hand and his knife in the other. He hadn't used it yet but it was ever so tempting, considering that he'd only get one shot at it. Corelas was covered in blood and he was surrounded by dead minions, most of them had been brutally stabbed to death or burned, he cared little for their suffering now.

His trance was broken as he heard the door open, he spun around, ready to destroy another minion but something else came through... something, human.

"If you're after this spear, you aren't going to get it while I breath..." He stated, raising his dagger, slowly.