Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25146201-20140108121051/@comment-11457306-20140111163711

Stroggvir glanced down at the elf. "I will happily accept your challenge at another time.  As you can see...he glanced down at his loincloth...I am ill attired for such activity.  I should retrieve my armor."

He looked at Anwen again. "Are you alright, milady?"

It was too much for Anwen. She charged, axe raised. Stroggvir stepped forward and grabbed her axe arm, squeezing where his fangs had just pierced her flesh only moments before. She yelped. He disarmed her and held the axe in his other hand, just out of her reach, then spun her and wrapped a massive arm around her to keep her pinned against him.

"You bd!" she screamed, slamming her head back against his chest. "You've made me a werewolf!  You bit me!"