Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20160726175355/@comment-27550231-20160729002619

With the paladin freed I trun back to Druella who has only managed to to crawl to on corner of the room. She tries to stand up using the tapestry as a support but struggles due to the immense pain that she has never felt before. I grab her by the hair and tail then throw her against the obsidion altar. A bone crunching thud is heard as she collides against the black obsidion and screams in pain and reaches for her shoulder. "That was for Nealie!"

I grab her right arm and bend it in the opposite direction "That was for Orval!"

I step on her leg and slowly apply pressure until snapping is heard. "This is for Camila!"

I get behind her and grab her wings then with a single motion break them so she can no longer fly. "And that was for Sinclair!" There she lay broken, battered and twitching in pain the kind thing to do would be to put her out of her misery. I reach into my sheath and pull out the knife carved from her horn. Her eyes widen at this sight, I had promised to re turn this to her and so I shall. I raise my hand high into the air and bring the blade down.