Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-39791808-20191017114648/@comment-31296352-20191022040842

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“AAAAAGH!” Maxon cried out, falling to his knees, as the sound wave had struck him like a hammer on a bell.

Luckily, he managed to see the swooping Bats just in time; where he then hit the ground and rolled behind the tree for cover.

Taking advantage of the brief protection, he removed his helm, as it was still reverberating like a bell.

''“Seventy silver…….Hearing damage isn’t worth seventy silver! I swear, when this is over, we better get one gold at least! Or that rich bastard is getting an arrow right up his ass!” ''Maxon thought angrily to himself.

With an arrow still nocked he then drew his bow and took aim at the mature looking Werebat. He then loosed it, sending the arrow whistling through the night towards her, hoping to clip her left wing.

Caelia on the other hand, was able to locate the hijacked coach and swooped in on it. Flying fast and low, using the moonlight for guidance, she took a deep breath; before releasing a jet of fire from her mouth, creating a wall of flame in front of the coach, lighting up the night and blocking the Werewolves’ path.

“Sorry, but I don’t recall that coach or those men being yours.” She said, landing right in front of the firewall, winged arms folded under her bust as a stern gesture, her tail swaying behind her impatiently.