Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-32885213-20170818104048/@comment-30700719-20171020014907

The Salamander gets knocked backwards, heavily winded. She grits her teeth and thrashes her tail, trying to get the man off her. Finally, she rests, trying to get some air into her lungs. "You win, sir. I'll tell you what you ask. Though, could you get off me? You're actually pretty heavy."

I looked over at the fight and slowly nod. "Yep. He just used his helmet like a fist. Jesus, I'd be surprised if he didn't have a concussion. Okay, maybe it wasn't that bad...at least he didn't try that on a Hellhound or a Minotaur."