Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20161103020802/@comment-25808351-20161112030921

(YEAH DOC!)

As Deidre continuously assaults my mid-section, I cough up a bit of blood and become annoyed. My left hand grabs her's in mid punch, then my right grabs in the same manner. I hold both of Deidre's limbs with ease. She struggles and squirms, but it is not enough to break free from my grasp. With one savage strike, I extend my knee and plant it square into Deidre's stomach. With great force, the Dwarven princess flies across the room and crashes against a pillar.

The mighty beam cracks upon contact, and Deidre falls to the floor, her armor dented where my knee struck. Slowly I approach her as she desperately tries to get to her feet. Like a machine, I move in devoid of emotion or human sentiment. I stand over Deidre and reach out, my hand extending toward her.

(Take it Scorn!)