Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20140925031941/@comment-11457306-20140927010008

(It made me think of him racking himself on a few branches as he went down.   LOL.)

Brihanna was beginning to slip.

Daria went flying, her armor smoking, her hair on fire. She landed about a hundred feet away from the fort in some heavy, damp underbrush. Fortunately the ground was well padded with damp leaves and she landed relatively softly--stress on relatively. She missed a good sized tree and the damp leaves put out her hair, but she was half buried, covered in mud and debris from her slide--and would not be easily found. She was out cold.

Tasha landed on her feet like the cat she was. She rolled immediately and was only mildly singed. She immediately spotted Brihanna hanging from Dante and was torn between going after her and searching for Daria.