Fantasy RP The Tale of the Shadow (Kkjib)

Azra's face stays red as he squirms, trying to get away. He knew he could easily floor Zukata, even from this position, but. . . He strangely didn't want to. "I swear to the gods, my fist will be planted firmly in you gut in the neck three seconds if you don'tet me go."
 

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