Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31049256-20171024033731/@comment-25808351-20171109150218

(S9) "Yeah, the guy has more talent than he knows. Being able to withstand that barrage of hits, not easy." Marcus says while taking a canteen out from a pouch of his horse's saddle and taking a sip of water.

Meanwhile, Kurga marches around the woods searching for a fight. Her wish seems granted as she spots a faint pillar of smoke and the smell of cooking meat on the air. "Somebody is cooking, only fools draw attention to themselves out here." She picks up her pace to a steady jog moving toward the smoke. After five hundred yards she comes to a clearing and pokes her head out of the brush to see. Kurga beholds the sight of five red team members scattered and unconscious, a campfire with chunk of meat cooking on a spit roast.

Stepping out of the brush she moves to the middle of the camp and examines everything. She notices several key things that spark her interests. (Let's see here, camp fire is still going and the food isn't burnt, so whoever rolled through here did it recently. Theeeeeeennnnnn, these shields have large dents in them and these footprints are big too. However took these shmucks out is big, real big. Probably still close by.) She thinks to herself.

"CLOSER THAN YOU THINK!" Kurga whips around just in time to see a giant of a man clad in thick armor swing a flail her way. She doesn't have time to dodge, so she instead covers her face and braces for impact. The giant's strength is great and the impact sends her flying and hitting a tree parallel to him. Kurga hits the tree with a cringe inducing thus and slides down till she plops on her buttocks.

""Oi, from the back? You big shitstick." She rises to her feet, rubbing the back of her head while she is at it. "Who the fuck are you anyways?" Kurga's tone is sharp and full of aggression.

"I AM DONOVAN COLECRAT, THE TERROR-TANK! AND YOU ARE MY NEXT POINT!"

"OI, COLECRAP?! STOP SHOUTING! In case it wasn't obvious I'm bit hungover from last night and your bullshit isn't helping." Kurga snaps back. (His flail is no doubt an MW, otherwise I'd be in worse shape, but I can't afford to hit by that bastard again.)

"RAAAAAAGH!" Donovan charges Kurga, he spins his flail rapidly so it moves like a buzzsaw.