Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20161008211047/@comment-27550231-20161027023758

Jorge throws a hunk of wood at Grakul and dances around his wild swings. Every movement is fluid and chains with the next as if he had done this many times before, as if he knew his next move before he did. The halberd slashes at all the gaps in his armor, the point digs into flesh cutting bone and tearing joints. Every strike lands with precision and grace, a testament to his skill and tenure in combat.

Grakul struggles to continue fighting, his arms refuse to move and most of his fingers lay about the ground before him. "Tell me! You are as good as dead so tell me why you were all here!"