Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-30655593-20190720092525/@comment-38232361-20190801075750

(How's this?)

"''Papa!" ''Brianna hissed under her breath, looking between Benvolio and Darwin as her face became a slight shade of pink. She sights in exasperation as she burries her face in her arms on the counter.

"I just don't know what happened to him! He was such a nice, sweet, good boy and now! Ugh! Ever since he went into those abandoned mines when I told him not to three years ago, he's been acting up and getting into all this trouble with the law!"

She looks up at the old man with a sad, tearfilled face. "Where did I go wrong Papa?" Sylvia would quietly hum to herself innocently, making sure not to let anyone hear her this time.

MEANWHILE

If Leander could analyse the situation, he could see that faint trails of white smoke were trailing from Hush's wounds as they healed and that he had no reflection when he was thrown into the mirror. But Hush would give him no chance as he jumped off the last wall, pulled the knifes out of his body and avoided each of the wind blades in his hurtling approach to the Wind Knight. He took a quick swig from the waterskin on his belt, regaining his lost energy and lessening the strain on his vocal chords from the blood stored within.

"And the rumors about you are true if that first hit didn't even register with you! Tell me, how long have you been an alp?"

He embedded two of his acidic blood-soaked daggers into Leander's weapon arm and upper thigh before kicking off his face onto the ceiling above, bracing to avoid the next flurry of attacks from the noble.