Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24502295-20130612132630/@comment-7838080-20130614190532

Markus twirled his swords with practiced ease, looking for an opponent to draw into the fight. ''I swore I felt another presence. I swore I did. But where are they hiding? ''Markus scanned the area, hoping he'd get a glimpse of the other presence. Then he felt something cry out mentally, the location of the last being pointed out like a beacon.

''There you are you little brat. He then took the charged air around him and formed his lightning arrows, Seek the target and flush him out. ''The arrows, now solid, seeked out the object of their master's ire: Fabian. They shot forth at lightning speed, finding their prey.