05-07-2007, 09:54 PM
"Your weapon. Guardians would destroy such a small weapon, defenders uses bows, and priests use their magic. Quite simple, actually," I said. "If you looked at my weapon you would know what I am. Only when I was little did I use something as weak as a dagger or bow. Now I am much older and experienced. I am ready to almost move to a staff, which can hold even more magic than my body can," I shot a bolt towards a we.ed, and it crippled. Destroyers of nature, I scolded. How could the Gods create such a nasty thing?
ooc: You can't say w.eed...maybe referring to Mari.juana...:/