Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-27783182-20140210215513/@comment-5583506-20140217000815

"You..." Rashka coughed blood. "You... filthy bastard."

Rashka fell to his knees. His limbs felt soft. His head felt heavy. He was broken. He realised that this was it. So much for the great Betrayer, he thought. Yet the rage that burned inside him could not be put out. He had blamed himself for all that had happened to the group for no reason. It was Dunlammus all along that was to blame. If it hadn't been for the vampire, none of them would have been out on this death mission. Kashmira wouldn't have been crippled and bitten by a vampire. Akh'dar wouldn't have died. It was DUNLAMMUS!

Rashka roared. Flew up on his near dead legs and buried his teeth in the right hand of the vampire, ripping Dunlammus' fingers off with a crunching sound.