Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-9062114-20140317053628/@comment-24818339-20140327011516

Blood dripped from Matthieu's nose. He yanked the bolt out of his hand and threw it on the ground. The cut on his right leg was merely a flesh wound- his left one on the other hand was a bit more serious.

"By Sheor.." Matthieu whispered loudly. He ran at Caius and swung his right leg at his shoulder, heel first.