Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20180310221203/@comment-27550231-20180510030856

"Restraint? Ha! I'm getting old. I'm not as spry as the time we first met. Besides I just need to rest. A month or so of rest."

As Praetor is hoisted up he notices the rustling in the woods and reaches for his sword but finds it missing.

"Damn! It's probably still lodged in his gut..."

Hesitant to use the blade he reaches for the dagger once more only placing his hand on the pommel. He did not want to draw it until necessary. This was his ace and he would have to strike at the right moment or risk loosing the fight.