Kolath
Pulsar
- Joined
- Jan 9, 2009
Nightmare groaned his hand closing over the gaping wound in his chest as his hot black blood spilled out onto the battle field. He looked up with the last ounce of his strength looking at the woman in the short white skirt carrying a shield and short sword which now dripped with his blood. â??â?¦How?...â? he whispered and fell forward onto his face dead from the fatal strike which she had delivered. His sword soul edge lay on the ground between his body and her the eye blinking looking from its fallen user to the one that had slain him. It had to think of something to do and quickly before she took steps to destroy it.