by Terrance Stone » Wed Dec 27, 2017 11:14 pm
Ser Covey's sword was unexpected, slipping past Terrance's defences and slicing through his leather. It bit deep into his leg, drawing a gush of blood. The Stone found it difficult to stand, much less fight. He stumbled backwards, away from his opponents, holding up his hands in concession. Offering the two men a respectful nod and giving Leo a parting glane, he turned and limped off the field.
House Marten ⌬ Bastard ⌬ Adult ⌬ Blood of the Andals ⌬ Master of the Hunt ⌬ ArcherProfile | Status 3 | Suspect 0 | Fame 2
Commonly Worn: Common Clothes, Boots, Pouch, Flask, Dagger
Mount:
Llyan Hounds:
Dyrnwyn &
Doli