Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-30655593-20171228225003/@comment-32908780-20180108012122

The whizzing of something through air. The monk carfully and quickly pulled from the tree his chakram, then fell gracefully off to the ground to dodge the vine. Over the loudness of the fight, he could not hear weather the caravan was moving- he had to act fast. He dashed forward, trying to slide past the treant and wrap the chakram and wrope around its cracked leg, like a grappling hook.