Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31401828-20171025083235/@comment-30700719-20171101015648

(Wait. What kind of city or settlement is this taking place in?)

I wave goodbye and take off down the street, at full pace. The Gigant helps the Troo to her feet, then starts after me, picking up speed. I bolt around a corner and up through a window, climbing to the rooftops. The Gigant attempts to follow, but her weight is too much for the weak wooden rooftops to handle. In other words, 'she too damn thicc'. She growls in anger, then punches the side of the house. The entire wall practically caves in, making me slip and fall. She stands over me, with a look of pure anger on her face. "You! You are dead!" A dawn of recognition alights in my face. "Oh, you're Russian. Well, that's good. I actually have a friend who's Russian, over that way. Just look for the guy with the bear-" I roll over as her fist slams into the ground, leaving a child-sized crater. "Ah. This is bad." I pull forward with two hands, then scramble to my feet and bolt. The Gigant leaps forward, instantly gaining momentum. "Fuck."

The Valk takes two steps back, morphing into her primal form. Her wings seethe and she lets out an ear-splitting roar, high and shrill like a bird of prey's...