Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26380985-20181003033252/@comment-27950421-20181008014340

I don't react to the cleaver, merely shifting to the side so that it lands on my shoulder and allowing to come smashing down on me cracking the ground beneath my feet. Despite the blow, it fails to pierce my skin.

I sigh, "Child, I'm going to give one last chance. If you keep throwing these temper tantrums then I'm going to have to teach you some manners."