Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31049256-20171111145041/@comment-28358106-20171208142512

(Hound/S9/Flame/general) Eothred is sent sprawling by Marcus' punch, his feet tumbling end over end twice before he is sent crashing into some distant foliage. Once he comes to a stop, he says nothing, not even a groan, as he lays deep in the bushes.

But even as the battle continues, there is the sound of approaching feet. Many of them, in fact, like a herd...

A short distance away, the Opalines burst into the clearing, heading straight for the fray. Several of them appear to have merged into larger bodies and are much larger, teen feet or so. They run in a mad scramble to get away from something.

Cirelle appears above them in a burst of frost. Gesturing dramatically with her staff, pointing towards where the reds amd blues are fighting.

"That way! Go that way, all of you!"