Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-30655593-20170510014710/@comment-31749612-20170511195855

While waiting for the right moment to strike, Whiskey felt a searing pain in his stomach.

''He looked down and remembered the two wounds he had on his chest and stomach, he also remembered his ankle, then his wrist. ''

''Whiskey: "I don't think I'll be able to help out much..." He thought sadly in his head.''

(Also, later in the story, there should be a creature that uses it's enemy's fears against them. I think that would be neat.)