Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140116231609/@comment-24123288-20140118221522

Eilonwyn dodged back as J'dharjo tore at her. Fresh wounds now covering her stomach, her shirt that she 'bought' was also torn at the stomach.

Closing her eyes, and with a great feeling of regret, Eilonwyn spun, swinging the scythe as she did so, knocking J'dharjo back a little as the blae scratched his chest.

"I said stop!"