At least it’s less of a absolute fanfic Hell here I like the stories: they’re the whole reason I go into this place: the arguing kill whoever started it.
Quint drew the dagger that Dilath had dropped, ducking into a defensive crouch. The Nameless surrounding him growled, spinning their long, twin-bladed swords.…
(Warning: This story will be rather gory, since it contains some Ancient Roman-esque fighting. So, if you don’t like blood, you should probably leave. Also, the reason…