Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26380985-20181003033252/@comment-25808351-20181019034339

(Sorry I’m late, just got home from work.)

Tinbel charges forward with his horns directed forward, charging much like the Minotaur do. Marcus smirks confidently as he has had much experience with such attacks. As Tinbel closes the distance and reaches his target, Marcus lungs forward. The Wardog’s hands grip Tinbel’s horns and shifts his weight while holding onto the beast. Marcus pivots and body slams Tinbel hard to the ground.

Before Tinbel can gain his baring, Marcus grips onto the Wildman’s horns and begins applying pressure, slowly turning Tinbel’s head. Tinbel feels his neck tighten and stress being gradually put upon. Marcus gives Tinbel a few more seconds to think on the moment. With a vicious jerk, Marcus snaps Tinbel’s neck. Letting go of the Wildmen’s horns, Tinbel’s head flops lifeless to the ground.

Marcus steps away from the corpse. “Tough son of’a bitch. Hope you got the fight you were looking for.” With the enemy dead, Marcus starts searching for his greatsword that was kicked out of his hand earlier.