Board Thread:Middle Earth Roleplay Board/@comment-25356210-20151103025943/@comment-26444332-20151107033803

Faenor slides back from the force of the bellow, his knee skidding against the pavement as he kneels down. A few Half-trolls surround him, and one swings a crude mace. Faenor rolls forward, coming up with both swords drawn. He kills them all within a minute, then looks up at Edacnik.

"You don't know who you're dealing with." he says quietly, then closes his eyes momentarily.