As Recien yanked him in, Errol fell forward, knowing he was off balance but refusing to give up his weapon. He soon began to reconsider this choice when he felt the ever so soft, twirling point of a feather sword along his belly. As he started to giggle and laugh, Errol was torn between letting go and running or powering through to try to land a lucky hit. "Stohohop- let go of my sword!" he laughed.
Copyright 2000 - 2025 21 x 20 Media All rights reserved. This site is property of 21 x 20 Media
All Writing.Com images are copyrighted and may not be copied / modified in any way. All other brand names & trademarks are owned by their respective companies.
Generated in 0.12 seconds at 1:51pm on Jul 14, 2025 via server WEBX2.