<div class="floatright">(https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/566896805904777217/648070034824101888/d3da4e5fca42b72282785c719bc8ccff.png)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;">Hazeel nodded his head as she incredulously questioned whether he had come from Azalea's hand or not. Thankfully, she wasn't around to deny that accusation, but it was a helpful lie that would get him further with these two. As she came to the conclusion that he was sent to relieve their boredom, Hazeel nodded. "It is only natural that women would want a man to relieve different kinds of boredom, there are differences between them after all," he replied. Unfortunately, as Kara kicked the sword towards Hazeel, he wasn't able to grab it and instead it soared over his head and jabbed into the sand behind him.<br/><br/>Deciding not to let it take away from his lost ground any more, he sometimes hated his luck and walked over to the sword to grab it and pull it out of the sand. It was light within his hand, and it helped that a toned body like him was able to swing around this sword with not much exhaustion or effort. He walked back into a comfortable "circle" between them, their swords mere inches from touching as Hazeel held his out in one hand. His cock, his other weapon, throbbed with interest and desire still, visible from Sara's view now if she dared to turn her head. "Your move, Kara."<br/><br/><em>Hazeel rolled 2d8 = 8. Failure.</em></span>