Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-37629772-20190428115013/@comment-37629772-20190502102100

"Fuuuuu-aaahh-ow!" Thrak said, clutching his injured royal jewels. The Orcs went from laughing maliciously when their boss told Nagato what use she was going to be of to them, to wincing and cringing at the sight of her fist landing a blow in a very delicate area. Nagato took this as a chance to jump up and land a kick right in her attackers chest, senting him flying. He crashed landed a few metres away, breaking some tombstones as he went. "THRAK! ARE YOU ALRIGHT!?" An Orc shoted, seeing it his boss was still alive. "Yeah....just...shit-give me a....second" Was what he got in response as Thrak painfully and slowly got up, still holding onto his precious cargo "FUCK THIS HURTS!! SHIT!!" The Orcs turned their gazes towards Nagato with rage. "GET HER!!" One of them shouted, they all then started to rush towards Nagato weapons flailing and voices filled with war crys and bloodlust.

The Lich's last remaining eye twitched with anger as he heard Grayman insult him. They kept swinging and swinging and swinging, until finally the Lich yelled "ENOUGH!!" and broke the handle of Grayman's scyther with one mighty swing. Grayman fell to the ground when this happened. The Lich grabbed Grayman by the throat with one hand and held onto his scythe with the other. "If physical attacks don't harm a rodent like you!!" The Lich said, bringing Grayman's face closer to his "Then maybe this will finally put an end to you..." The Lich opened his mouth, forcing Grayman's mouth open by moving his fingers in an unnatural way. A ghostly stream flowed out of Grayman's mouth and into the lich's. Grayman found it harder and harder to break out of the lich's grasp with every passing second because he was literally having the life sucked out of him. His soul was being stolen and he had to think fast, or become a lifeless husk.