Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-9087084-20130816194442/@comment-9087084-20130818024357

(Lawl. Never insult a blind person. Especially by calling them a bard)

Logan kicked his lute upwards. As it flew skyward, the front half of the instrument opened up, revealing a neat assortment of longswords. Two plummeted downward, landing beside Logan. The hooded boy caught his lute, and in one swift motion, slung it to his back, closing the compartment.

Grabbing his two blades, Logan charged. "Whoa!" Yang stebbed back, as Logan twisted and twirled the blades with deadly skill, making a counterattack unlikely. "Funny thing about bards," he taunted.

"You can never know how they're gonna fight back. Especially the ones who can't see."