Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5824038-20140928191343/@comment-25038310-20140930142513

Sander jumped, but his right leg was slashed off, and he leaned against the wall of the alley.

"Fuck! Not again! That was my good leg! "

Sander grabbed his dismembered leg and took out the boots, putting it back on another grown leg that grew back merely seconds after the lycanthrope dismembered it.

"You fucking dogs don't know when to quit.. " He said, as he threw away his used to be leg.

He took his machete like weapon in one hand, and grabbed his pistol with steel bullets in the other one.

He started off by firing another steel bullet at the wolf. "Fire won't help you against steel, dog. "

He then swinged his machete towards the werewolf's arm, swift and accurately, attempting to injure/dismember it.