Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-30655593-20170510014710/@comment-31749612-20170511235120

Whiskey: "AHH!" ''He screams in pain as the fire on his hands burned brighter. Without thinking, he gripped as tight as he could on the creatures neck with both hands and was able to throw it off himself to the side.''

''He wiped the drool off his face and slides back, feeling immense pain in his shoulder. His face would have the expression of Fear and Pain as he continued to use his hands to help him slide back.''

''He quickly noticed his lance laying beside the creatue. "Damnit!" He though as he stared at the creature. A lot of blood would be coming from Whiskey's shoulder because of how deep it dug into his shoulder. He puts one hand on his shoulder, to stop as much blood as he could from pouring out.''