Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140416193533/@comment-3293219-20140420204801

The Werewolf roared as the arrows were removed, writhing in pain as they were pulled out of his back and shoulder.

Karia grabbed hold of the wood cutter's axe, placing her foot on his paw, to keep him from swiping out at them. She grabbed hold of the handle, noticing that it had split in two, during the fighting and the other half must be splinters. The Tribal pulled, with a great deal of effort and eventually managed to pull the axe out, stumbling back and falling to the ground before desperately crawling away.

She panted as she stopped, cradling the bloody axe in her arms as she looked up to Julie, who joined her, by her side.