Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-17970636-20130915204715/@comment-17970636-20131012220045

 Sven's Body: Now 

Nightshroud leapt into the stage to a chorus of boos. He flicked out his wrist slamming the weighted end of his tonfa into the face of a random spectator.

"Don't piss me off. Or else." Nightshroud warned.

He then looked straight at Aidan and raised his hand and signalled with his index finger.

"Get over here, I want to bathe in your blood." Nightshroud laughed.

 Sven's Mind: Now 

Nightshroud started to buckle with all the damage being given to him. He had cuts across his face and chest where the spikes had cut him and his eyes, though slightly watery, were filled with hate.

"Had enough?" Sven asked.

"Never!" Nighshroud screamed.

"I won't give into you and your pathetic snivelling self! I WONT I WONT I WONT!" Nightshroud yelled and attempted to get up, but was slammed down again by Sven.

"You've lost." Sven said simply.