Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-7497475-20140523050353/@comment-24260323-20140711032232

The entire event ended almost as quickly as it began. Ferron lowered his black blade, and sheathed it at his side.

Walking over to pick up what was left of his arm, he checked what could be salvaged. What he did know was that he would have a bit of trouble getting back home with only one usable hand.

“I guess, it’s time for me to split,” he thought to himself as he waltzed out of the arena. Memories of his friends came back into mind as he tried to figure out what exactly happened during the battle as well as the realization that if he didn’t stop himself in time, he would’ve been crushed to death.