Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20180310221203/@comment-28358106-20180325223728

Tirush's fist slams into the last of the group that is before her, sending the creature spiralling into the remains of a stone building, its body shattering into gobbets against the stone.

Half a step too late, she hears the guttural growling behind her. Before she can fully turn she is yanked backwards and off her feet, the huge Garkain grabbing her tail and swinging her. Losing her balance, she tumbles sideways as she is thrown into a building, crashing through its front wall. The Garkain leaps high into the air, coming down through the thatch roof of the building.

There is a roaring, snarling tumult from inside the structure, but it doesn't last long. There are the sounds of struggle, of gurgling. A few seconds pass as the cloud of debris settles around the building.

Tirush leaps from the obscured opening and lands in the street at a galloping halt. She stands and looks around, her keen eyes searching, making sure no creatures remain.

Her arms are bathed to the elbow in the vile, black lifeblood of the wicked things, her face and torso spattered. She is dirty and covered in blood, but none of it appears to be hers.