Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-30655593-20170510014710/@comment-31749612-20170511215607

Whiskey runs over to Curt and helps him stand.

Whiskey: "C'mon buddy, we still have work to do. We need to kill it quickly!" ''He says this int a joking tone before running at the creature, dashing wildly to throw it off. He only does a few quick jabs. The reason they aren't strong is because of his wounds, he doesn't want them to hurt more then they already do. His hands suddenly burst into flames, followed by his Lance.''

While he felt fear, he still attacked the creature.

''When he stopped to dashing to strike the creature, he noticed a sharp pain hit his ankle. He looked down and noticed it was bleeding again. "God damnit!" He thought as he delivered another Jab.''