Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26108027-20170912001628/@comment-26383377-20170920155838

The sergeant compares the sword he has in his palms, with the blade that his opponent weilds. He wasn't satisfied. He plunged the blade down into the dirt, and looked up at the cheetah. His fists clenched. "I'm sure you'll be more comfortable with a good old gentleman's brawl." He had this unusual melancholic smile on his face.