Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20160726175355/@comment-28358106-20160802043743

"Wait, Hound," Ibrahim says. "Think!  The God Sword was given to him by the Chief God, correct?  The influence of the Gods is gone.  You can feel it as well as I can.  What if the bond that sword originally made with the Dragon was - "

Ibrahim cries out as an arrow hits him in the shoulder. He stumbles and falls behind the rock, as more arrows cut the air. He winces in pain. "...Aagh!  Shit!  Godsdammit... "

Hound ducks, crouching behind an outcropping. He sees Conrad stand up and wipe his mouth, splitting blood upon the ground.

"I'm going to peel your skin off your body, Hound.  And I'm going to find that Doctors' collection of living statues and smash them to pieces. And then I'm going to find Victivius and make him pay!!"

"You lay a hand on them and I'll murder you, you son of a bitch!"  Ibrahim shouts, holding his shoulder.