Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20191209000634/@comment-7262318-20191211022510

As Nyasia made her way down the aisles, the doors behind her were thrown off their hinges, collapsing onto the floor with a loud crash. The creature now stood at the door, stomping towards her.

"Running is futile," The creature, spat, using his magic to try and throw some of the benches into her path.

Garran gripped the reigns and made his way out of the tunnel first, Shrava clutching onto him.

"We need to leave this city, and ride," Shrava spat. "We cannot look back. We will just need to ride."