Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28718853-20200409224613/@comment-30014014-20200427211855

(Well, I think I know what this is)

The man with the mace takes a second staring at the shifted other, Lance. To state how unexpected this was would be an understatment for the wanderer. However, his acknowledgement could not be higher than "By his hand, I am on a path of wonders", what with the frantic pace he was hurled into.

His head crane back to the downed deer, sensing something bad from its one eye. Whatever it was, he prefered not waiting to find out, nor seeing whether it could still use its galvanizing thunder. He swings again, this time, aiming to destroy the wooden construct's headcase.