Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-7497475-20140306031324/@comment-11588669-20140315171822

Nox used the momentum to slide out of the flames. The teenage mercenary stood, drawing his techknife in his off hand. The long, wicked edged dagger had serrations going down the botton six inches of the back of the black, and was held with the grip of one who knew what they were doing. Honed to a razor edge, it was one of the most used weapons he had.

"A war hammer, and one eye..." His voice was calm, calculating, with a slightly mocking undertone. Rage boiled beneath the surface, and he shot off again, sliding between the man's legs, slashing at his legs as he slid by, only to turn and swipe both of his blades at the opponent's back. "Such a fool..."