Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20160820182648/@comment-28358106-20160829025347

Praetor looks over his shoulder as he drags the struggling Paths. He looks forward again...

The troll stands, now awake and healed. It roars, charging forward, raising its fists to bring them down on him. He releases the paths to raise his shield...

And a streak, like a rocket, flies by him, knocking the troll off its feet. The troll is carried up into the air, bellowing, and then is dropped. It  falls for a hundred feet before crashing down through some rubble, sending up a cloud of debris and dust. It staggers from the dust cloud, groans, and passes out.

The figure swoops down and lands.

Her clothes are dirty and mostly torn off. Her hair is down and flowing. On her thighs, arms, and torso, bits of complicated machinery show through torn bronze skin.

Its Asja.