Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-24487330-20151127182015/@comment-27248554-20151129081455

"Cause despite being a Salamander, I was adopted by a Dark-elf family. I picked up their mannerisms and idiosyncrasies. Torturing a twerp, tops my list now." Sophia retrived the ball and positioned it again to kick.

"I like to crush rebellious brats, when I challange them ina duel and beat the snot out of them, it gives me pleasure, but you're no fun and giving me moments of dullness. So I want to torture you till you utter expletives and give me some moments of frustration and rage, so that I can crush your little human ego." she winked towards the unfortunate boy.

"But, blood kinda, rushing to my head, if you don't stop it, I'll die." the boy screamed at the Salamnder, to bring back some sense in her.

Suddenly, Sophia sprinted towards the boy, held his head by his hairs, and puched with just enough  force on his gut so thst air was out of the poor boy's lungs. His senses faded.

Sophia, hung him from his hands this time, and fastened his legs with another piece of rope.

"After he wakes up, I'll plant volleys after volleys on his gut, and after roughening him up a bit more, oh yes...........the good part will come. I wanna see his cute face bleed more without breaking it."