Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20141107033353/@comment-12599067-20141124020628

The ogre facing Lorcan let out an earth-shaking roar of fury but wasn't felled just yet. Instead, it swept it's hand back at him, knocking him backwards with enough force to send him tumbling down the rocky hill at high speed.

The ogre facing Conall bellowed and it's knee buckled, but it wasn't downed yet. It turned and grabbed a large rock, tore it from the ground, and prepared to hurl it at him. However, it was stopped when Ranwulf suddenly barreled towards it, a blur of steel and leather. An axe dug into the ogre's midsection and it howled in pain before swiping down at him, but not before Ranwulf had put enough space between himself and the beast to make sure he didn't get hurt. Unfortunately, the ogre recovered quickly and soon had readied itself for another attack, readying it's club and grabbing the stone once more.

By this time, the other two ogres had entered the fray as well. Braum suddenly found himself dealing with a club swinging towards his face at astonishing speed, and Anders was soon presented with a similar issue as the other ogre raised a rock and prepared to pound him into the ground like a child might step on a bug.

Veranwen's mind was alive with pain, but she was aware that she was being hefted over someone's shoulder. She turned her head to the right, ever so slightly, and was a little surprised to see none other than Kasra carrying her. However, her gratitude of being saved from battling ogres with an arrow in her ankle outweighed her surprise, even if it hurt like the fires of Oblivion whenever she was jostled one too many times.

"Thank you," Veranwen said in quiet thanks as they continued to make their way further away from the fighting.