Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26543176-20141004102531/@comment-24684131-20141005114947

With an unholy shriek, Liaths support locker fell from the heavens, slamming into the dirt ten meters from where he stood.

Sprinting as fast as he could, he slammed into it and started inputting his passcode.

"C'mon, c'mon, c'mon c'mon c'mon!" He muttered under his breath when, with a pneumatic hiss, the locker cracked open. Liath wasted no time grabbing Zvier and sliding it over his left hand, already feeling his nerves easing, resting them further as he attached Dentes scabbard to his leg.

Stepping away from the locker, he drew Dente, spinning it in his right hand.

"Ready to rock..." He growled in a low voice as he started to stalk away from the now empty locker.