Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26380985-20181003033252/@comment-25808351-20181016010958

(Sorry for slacking off response. Had two other RPs on my plate.)

Marcus skids across the ground after Tinbel’s next assault. The Wardog tumbles several times before catching himself with his own barehands. Marcus digs into the Earth with his fingers like a cat entrenching it’s claws. As he stops, he looks upward at Tinbel.

He breathes heavily, his eyes aggressive, his muscles tense. Marcus rises to his feet and stands firm against his opponent. Never knowing true defeat, Marcus readies himself. Looking upon Tinbel, the Wardog shifts himself into a fighting stance. Without his sword, Marcus seems less intimidating.

But to the keen mind, a cornered dog is dangerous. Marcus lunges forward and delivers a crippling blow to Tinbel’s jaw.