Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20131228033942/@comment-12599067-20140103051457

Efmrider wrote: (I'm going to have to go.  I wish you wouldn't start a boss fight this late.  For the record, the picture I'm looking at shows soft flesh under the neck.)

Anwen stepped back cut the spear in half with her axes. Then she spun and chopped into a leg joint.

(I'm sorry, good night.) (I, for one, find it slightly ridiculous that Anwen can reach up and try to cut off its head. If you've ever fought a Dreugh, unless you're using a projectile weapon, you're going to be lucky to hit its sternum, forget hitting its neck. But yes, they do indeed have softer flesh under the neck and in the chinks of their armored shells.)

The Warlord snarled as the spear snapped in two and staggered forward as an axe sunk deep into the softer flesh that hid beneath the chitonous armor. It snarled in animal fury and picked up a broken wooden crate and hurled it at her, with enough strength to shatter bones.