Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-7497475-20141201085902/@comment-933831-20150128140009

Saying nothing, Zephesto drifted to the floor, stepping across the sand and into the camp. Using a simple head motion, he motioned out of the camp, as if telling her to leave. Thus far he didn't draw his weapon. If needed, he could spring it from his arms at a fast enough speed to block. His hands were fists though, and his posture spoke volumes about his lack of budging.