Watyll

*takes his emerald sword

from it's lapiz sheath,the

blade seems to drip with a

dark liquid similar to

cave spider venom. Looking

down at the man, Arzota

whispers "As you wish"

before nicking his arm with

the blade, returning his blade

to it's sheath and watching

as the black web of veins

start to form at the incision

site. *walks off, smiling

and twisting a dandelion in

his fingers.

Do u wanna be kill by a lazer, a sword or a missle, ur choice.