Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-7497475-20131228041811/@comment-7497475-20140129082352

Slowly pacing up the stairs, her heart was beating fast. The tension from not actually being in contact was hitting Chamoisee harder than actually fighting her. Shifting her grip, her palms were sweating.

God, this is so much harder than throwing spikes and hitting people.

Almost at the next level, she considered throwing a couple of spike into the ceiling way above to avoid any potensial danger, but that would also alert Margarethe if she was up there. Creeping up as carefully as she could, she slowly got a view of the room above.