Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24449631-20140909202110/@comment-3293219-20140914215148

"Shit..." Azarath grumbled, slowly stepping away from her but finding that he couldn't move. Bandits were holding him still, as if offering him to the beast.

"Fu- You piece of shit! I'm goin' to!"

"Die? Yes and rather effeciantly... You'll all die, without me having to directly spill a single drop of blood."

The word 'blood' had the same effect as last time, just as strong, like a battering ram against what remained of Emarrel's will.