Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25363089-20161212182549/@comment-25363089-20161226125057

"Good.". Margrit said simply as she slowly rose up off the ground and started to brush off the dust and dirt off of her clothes. Nickelae stabbed the swords into the ground and layed down clearly worn out by the event. "That was stressful." He said as he started to pant.