Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140623222942/@comment-5735114-20140628002742

Tyranil tossed the greatsword up into the air, where it flipped and ended up blade side down in his hand. The bitch-black sword was now feather-light despite its size, and it could be an easy weapon to fight with. Not that Tyranil was planning to, anyways. Flipping the sword around in his hand so it was now blade side up, Tyranil threw it at the Legate like some oversized knife.

"Sweet nightmares," he taunted as the sword flew ever-closer to the Dunmer.