Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-13172690-20140626025213/@comment-11588669-20140628053620

Nox tilted his head forward in a barely perceptable nod. Her points were sensible, every one of them. He had tensed slightly when she had moved her hand to her weapon hilt. The mercenary had some bad experiences when people just gripped weapons. The scar on his face was a testiment to that.

He viewed their garmets, and frowned. Their attire was too constricting: He couldn't capitolize on his mobility in this fight.

"We should most likely change before we do spar."