Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-30655593-20170611013142/@comment-31595069-20170618042214

Elizabeth stared down Whiskey as she charged forward. Sword still sliding out of her sheathe as she was now within arms reach of Whiskey. Her swerd immediantly left the sheathe as she closed the distance. She closed her eyes as she whispered a quit prayer.

"And the wind carry my soul through

Let it sail through the skies

and may it flow free...

My ultimate technique...

Der Schrägstrich Stille..."

Her sword goes it to slash at Whiskey. The air silent all around them.

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As the Ghoul continued to suck and nibble on his fingers, she began to pull down his pants again.