Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20180310221203/@comment-30014014-20180509042645

Watching the large man sprint for his kill, Prad simply changes stances, his dagger now dangling down with a hand spread open tapped over the pummel. His eyes are centered on the metal man, more precisely, his blind spot. His feet are shifting and ever moving, a state of readiness refreshed every a seconds.

He waits, for anyone daring an attack with his schreeching dagger...