Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31749612-20170630203755/@comment-32404158-20170703033701

"You succeeded in rearranging lunch.", I say as I straightened back up. "Cyborg, your right about one thing though, you're like Claptrap from Borderlands 2. Keep talking." I grab an armored tail as it flies by my head, but she's faster than I reckoned, and quickly shook my grip. I flew off and hit a tree headfirst.

"Mmm hmm!", I groaned, "The beast is awake now!" And then my vision clouded. Friend, foe, lunch, the Beast, as I call my rage, does not differentiate. Whoever is the biggest threat becomes the main target. Luckily, that was the armored wyvern. But I have no control otherwise. I only get flashes later.