Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20131220001148/@comment-11457306-20131222214819

Another man took off running, with Anwen behind him. She dropped an axe back into it's loop and took the reins back in one hand. Leaning over in the saddle, she swung the axe, chopping deep into the man's back. He fell and rolled, his eyes lifeless, his spinal cord severed. She pulled the mare up short and charged back into the melee, screaming her battle cry at the top of her lungs, her eyes feral.