Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-27227983-20170309093106/@comment-29611741-20170310184734

The weasel's arm attatched, but it instantly curled forward in a scratch. The weasel shrunk back, but quickly started to lick any wound he caused. The arm kept twitching.

''S-Sorry, Miss Mushroom! I can't control my arm well...''

Wieskal does a few jabs from random positions. His voice seems to be coming from all points of the surrounding weasel swarm.

Wieskal: Suddenly tired? It's alright; not many can compete against me when I'm not holding back - *kicks from behind and disappears into the swarm* - especially clumbsy blade-wielders.