Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20140103160432/@comment-12599067-20140103222508

The dreugh accidentally inhaled the torch and it fell back, letting out a menagerie of bloodcurdling screams and struggling, trying to make the pain stop. Jack shivered as he watched the dreugh stagger and squeal. No creature, no matter how horrible, deserved a fate like burning from the inside out. Finally, the dreugh pitched forward, nearly crushing Daithi, and fell into the rancid water with a loud splash before moving no longer. Its insides had been burned horribly, killing the monster.

The Warlord snarled as the last of its kin fell but continued to fight against Anwen, darting to the side whenever an ebony axe cleaved through the air. Even though its leg joint had been damaged, it could still move very quickly when it wanted to, and it proved this by darting away every time the axes came near it. The Warlord's eyes glittered with cruel amusement, she couldn't do this forever and they both knew it. Jack threw knives at the dreugh, but the few that did hit simply bounced off to no effect.