Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26593284-20160227014817/@comment-31232700-20160227032829

CD readily struts into the arena, cigarette lit in mouth. He spits out the cigarette to the ground and stomps it out with his foot. The gem on the surface of his right hand glows white. A handle appears from the gem and he pulls it. From the handle and hand guard, an angled and sharpened blade appears from it, as a laser. His hands glow lowly.

CD: It'll be fun, they said. You'll be fine, they said.

He speaks to himself as he walks to the center.