Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20200707214420/@comment-25808351-20200718110937

Lance: The remaining merc shouts loudly, soon a bushel of drunken sword hands arrive. They brandish their blades while looking upon the fearsome symbiot shell Lance had. Some fled, cussing as they did, others stood their ground.

“Come on, freak!” One merc shouted.