He could feel the movement of the spears as they aligned themselves over his back, and just as quickly his Claymore was pressed between them, just a hair away from slicing Xaldin's throat.
"Put them away," he growled, pushing down against his blade so that it weighed even more heavily on his chest and the blade lightly grazed his neck.
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Date: 2016-05-29 08:32 am (UTC)"Put them away," he growled, pushing down against his blade so that it weighed even more heavily on his chest and the blade lightly grazed his neck.