Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26108027-20160818194620/@comment-26383377-20160818200538

Arthus unsheathed his sword, he held the hilt backwards in an ice pick grip, and rested the tip of it on the floor. He had a whetstone on his other hand, and he began sharpening he blade of his sword, quickly sliding the whetstone down the edge, releasing a small shower of sparks every time.