Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26084401-20160623012352/@comment-27950523-20160627044315

((aaah))

There was a gash on Vani's neck, not fatal but enough to stain his shoulder a good amount.

"You are foul. Miserable, smelly, disgusting, foul dog."

Vani twirled his switchblade more, falling more and more into his mania.

Damek didn't waste any time marching up to him and grabbing the much smaller boy by the shoulder.

Big mistake.

Vani spun around with the speed of a rattlesnake and drove the blade deep into Damek's gut, then he pulled it out and dove it in again. And again. And again while Damek could only keel over his shoulder, with a look of horrofic realization of what was going on.

Vani kept stabbing, the sound of blade being driven into flesh was absolute and blood spewed from Damek's lips, turning into a lovely red fountain that spurted all over Vani's face.

((I might kill Damek))