Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-3991308-20180204163711/@comment-25686329-20180225033554

Clay Vorpal shifts and her sword rig and boots clank slightly, making an odd noise resembling clicking more than metal on metal. Her right hand is drawn across her body and has tightened around the pommel of her sword, mostly hidden beneath the spacious, ripped coat she's huddled into. Her brow creases and her lip curls and she blows out something of a sigh.

"My neck... kind of sucks." She shrugs, a movement that would be hard to detect in it's subtly had it not been for the not-subtle head movement. "I don't know. I don't love it."

"Lover or fighter?"