Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-30655593-20180107055645/@comment-32908780-20180113234654

Slowly, The smith sat up and groaned. Punching was out of the question; this beast could harness lightning and use it. But it was still attacking, and he had to help. So, he did the next best thing: He picked up a rock about the size of his fist, and, with another yell, chucked it directly at the back of this things head. He hoped it would daze the beast, should it hit.