The wind swept across the darkened plains as the robes fluttered about a figure in the distance. He skips along the ground quickly, a hand pulling a hidden sword quickly from a sheathe. The thin, curved blade sparkled the dying red sun. It takes one quick jump and a slice and it was done.
The figure stands upon the fields as the toasted menace falls in two. He drags the blade along the sheathe and replaces it within its hiding place.
"It is done. I shall report to my master what has come to pass...."
((Now THAT is how you state for someone to be banned on an RP forum ;) ))
Man, I've been eating the same subway melt, the same way for like 3-4 years now. Olives, mustard, lettuce and bacon. American cheese. White bread, non-toasted.
