08-24-2016, 07:52 PM
The Drow steps closer, giving small hand signs to the others. The Faunus aims some sort of cleaver at Small Knife. The other two get ready for hand to hand combat. Small Knife holds his tongue and refrains from shouting a taunt.
Instead he leaps to the nearest tree and anchors himself to the side with his Wrist Blades. He hangs from the tree and watches the group, which he is now behind. The marker now points behind him. Which might be a good thing or a bad thing, Small Knife hasn't decided yet.
Instead he leaps to the nearest tree and anchors himself to the side with his Wrist Blades. He hangs from the tree and watches the group, which he is now behind. The marker now points behind him. Which might be a good thing or a bad thing, Small Knife hasn't decided yet.