Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31049256-20171111145041/@comment-31049256-20171206193856

(Hound/Doc/Flame/Scorn) The horseman smirks, "Thank you kindly my lady."

He draws a short sword from his hip, quickly applying a lightning paper to it.

Trevor steels himself, rushing for Marcus' right side and attempting to land an upward swing on the Destroyer. His wife backs him up, whipping her MW around his chest and arms. The spikes dig in, helping to cement the hold, but Siara keeps her feet light, prepared for the much stronger man to fling her lightweight body around.

The horseman digs in his bag, pulling free his second potion and offering it to Lumbre, "If you would kindly my Lady, give this to our comrade Eothred so he may recover. We need as many souls as we can manage to press on."