Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24372248-20140604003647/@comment-24530992-20140608200114

"Undead.. I hate undead," Cindaia replied, looking away."

Jakarn came to an abrupt stop. There was a lone bandit, who looked lost.

"Watch this.." He whispered. He gathered snow in his palm, forming it into a ball. He threw it at the bandit, and pulled his mask up. The bandit turned, unsheathing his sword, waving it wildly, but Jakarn wasn't there. Instead, he was behind the bandit. He kept tapping his shoulder, and he would turn, but he would be on the other side. He stabbed the Bandit's spine, and it collapsed in the snow. He ran back to the group, collapsing from laughter.