Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20131220001148/@comment-5543592-20131222214804

Efmrider wrote: Anwen left Jack's horse standing and charged, hoping the dappled mare had half the spirit of her war horse back home. She took the reins in her teeth and drew both axes, holding them at head height and rode into the group (True Grit Style), taking two heads off of two Agents. The mare trampled a third unlucky bastard who happened to be in front of them. ("Fill your hand you SOB!")