Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20160714040922/@comment-28358106-20160715224916

(ALL RIGHT! Bravo, Praetor!)

The mage struggles a bit, then slumps to the ground, unconscious.

The arrows are subsiding, with most of the soldiers gone, but the Lizardman is pinned down under their fire. "Ey, tough guy!  Could use a little help right bout now!"

One of the Paladins lumbers toward her, gaining momentum. He crashes into the wood steeple, destroying it and sending her flying. She regains her feet, just in time to begin dodging his enormous blade and strike with her own.

(Hope I did well, Hound. Go to it!)