Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5290299-20140428031950/@comment-4681758-20140506030846

Ciarán heard Harbinger clicking his tongue and sighing to himself and began to grow less impressed with his opponent.

Just paint a target on your back at this point.

He saw his little Dust... Radar? Whatever. It was emenating some light, but he still wasn't looking where Ciarán was, so he decided to get the drop on him. Literally. Ciarán jumped off from the pillar, and landed on top of Harbinger feet first, ready to strike with his sword.