Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24530992-20140803232256/@comment-24530992-20140806154550

The grip around Krivat tightened, as he was about to strangle him. Whatever Tristyc was, it wasn't himself. Tristyc grew, matching Krivat's height and stature. The clawed hand matched his own, as he grabbed the scorpoin man's neck, squeezing harder.

"I am not to be toiled with, tool. I do not kiss anyone's boots around here."