Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20131223145721/@comment-5543592-20131225231207

(He really did like that gun)

Daithi lay on the deck where Torene had set him down, groaning. He stared blankly at the sky as the weapons slid from his hands. He felt pain all over, a deep wound in one of his ankle's from the Serpent's fangs, acid burns on his hands and face from it's digestive juices, and a general feeling of weakness from the ordeal.