Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26681134-20151110000915

He dances.

The sand picks up all around him as he salsas across the battle field, flamencoing his swords into a Beowulf. It's almost perfect, the way he dodges their claws with every step and twist, slicing into them near perfect.

"A-aAaHgGgghh!!!!"

A cry of agony can be heard echoing through the barren dust-bowl as he's knocked back by an Ursa, slamming into the ground and slumping over in pain. 