Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20160726175355/@comment-28358106-20160728233600

Ibrahim struggles with the Khepri on top of the saddle. He throws his arms around her, attempting to vault her off. "This is possibly my horse, dammit!  Get off!"

"Not a chance!  Get off if you know what's good for you!"

Suddenly the crowd parts and scatters. A pair of Girtablilu push their way through, batting people away with their massive claws. They spot Hound.

"Looks like we've got ourselves a fighter, Ascher." The one who spoke smiles and begins to circle around.

"Oh, Holy hell...-GNK-"  Ibrahim goes tumbling off the back of the horse as the Khepri jerks her head back and splits his lip...