Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27950421-20161107022407/@comment-28027028-20161116204252

Harley struggled to lift herself onto one knee. Drool mixed with a little blood dripped from her panting mouth. She was sapped, she poured everything into that last hammerfist, and now the pain from her fractured ribs had finally gotten to her as well. She spat out a moderately sized glob of saliva and blood and wiped the sweat from her brow.

"Okay......you win......too tired.....to keep it up....." She sputtered out between heavy laboured breaths.

-in the stands

I look over at my exhausted battered wife and smile, feeling pretty proud she managed to last as long as she did against such a monstrously large woman. I catch Harley's eyes gazing at me, as if wondering what I thought. I smile, kind of exhausted from watching her intensity.

"That was pretty Impressive right?" I ask, now glancing toward the King.