As the wounded combatant crumpled to the ground, Ashond slung his molten rapier over his shoulder. "You're not worth my time!", he spat, the fallen's wounds cauterized and smelt of seared flesh. Ashond turned his back, leaving him there to his fate.

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Felt like adding a lil action to the picture, but this is Ashond, a rather pissed off character who bladedances with two flaming rapiers. Only one in this picture, I'm happy with how this turned out, didnt feel like making a background...but slowly getting the hang of coloring digitally...and drawing hands. Le sigh.

Ashond © Jeff Adams
Art © Me