Such a number! His glory would be assured. Even if he fell he faced inumerable odds. He then remembered why he wanted his honour back in the first place. To advance into the honour guard of the Prophet's. He could not do so dead.
OoC: @Nail, no, we as a group don't need less sugar, you just need to accept the sugar.
Why don't you love the sugar? it loves you, it just wants a chance dammit!
So it wasn't just my head then...
She said to Erica. Wanna go check it out?
She asks as she gets up.
OoC @Hatchy: All this sugar is turning my blood into pure glucose. >.<
"Don't really want to, but we might as well." Erica said as she picked up the P90. "I swear, I need a holster or something."
She left her room and headed towards the exit.
The Swordmaster stood at his full height and uncloaked. His Needle Carbine across his back. He wore red armour, flared in some areas but not as ornate as his Field Marshall armour. He snarled and bared his mandibles, the appendages opening in full.
Erica left the ship and saw some of the Swordmaster. She kept her P90 low for now and cautiously left the ship. He kinda looks like that fellow with that ungodly long name I met a few days ago.
"You have not the honour to address me by name. Call me Swordmaster for that is what I am." His growled. "I wonder if any of you creatures can fight. You bear many arms but can you wield them?"
[sub]I wasn't going to stab him, it was a 'just in case' thing![/sub]
She whispered back to Erica. [sub]But If he keeps that sort of chat up I WILL STAB HIM![/sub]
She added, slightly pissed off at Swordmaster's comment.
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