~*~Whispers RP (Role Play)~*~

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Angelos grabbed a sword. Metal rang on metal a few times before he disarmed her. "You're dead."

Connor backed against a wall, "They're nuts." he muttered.
 
Roger went to the wall and selected a sword, getting a feel for it. He held the knife in his other hand and stepped away from the group. "My turn?"
 
Roger moved aside, bringing his sword up to block Angelos' sword, then stepping forward to slice with the knife with his other hand
 
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