Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31049256-20170312190004/@comment-25808351-20170319025122

Marcus jolts as he feels the cut. He looks down to see no blood, but he feels his spirit energy slipping away. His legs weaken and his grip on his knife loosens, his vision blurring. He slaps himself several times and his body recuperates. His functionality returns to normal and he looks over his shoulder to Kittycut.

"Not bad Cat, you've got quite a bit of talent...." He smirks.