Board Thread:Off-topic/@comment-25908355-20150822134929/@comment-25908355-20150827195114

Sard, growing sick of Cydronite, grabs his sword, prepared to lunge at him. Yet, before he could do so, Rose grabs his shoulder.

Rose: He is right. Do not harm him.

Sard: But..

After a few seconds of thinking, he drops his sword, defeated.

Sard: Your wish is my command, Miss Quartz.