Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27950421-20161107022407/@comment-28027028-20180212031758

"Wha--"

Finding myself in the water being stalked by a prehistoric chunk of nightmares causes me to scream but fear restricts my movements.

Fire exploded from the Battered Hound so hot it turned the sand of the beach into jagged shards of earthy green glass. She'd torpedoed herself into the sea in her rage and panic. Even in the waters the fires continued erupting, steam beginning to envelope the sea and the beach from the heat. The sea boiled away as she grabbed me right before the mosasaur snatched between its almighty jaws. A plume of fire steam, smoke and water. A stream of steam and fire shot through the ocean back to the beach leaving a smoldering glassy gouge in the sand.

Harley stood up with a struggle laid me on the sand as I stay silent nearly traumatized, she grabbed her ribs and staggered in place a bit before staggering over to the reptile man fire in her eyes and arcing off of her body. She grabbed the Reptile Man's shirt and pointed to the ocean where the corpse of a mosasaur, missing a bottom jaw and a smoking hole where its throat used to be, washes to the beach on a large wave that crashes against the two of them.

She growled her face awash with rage, "Motivation...."