Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-19164168-20171204071002/@comment-24530992-20180114184113

Stauntax rolled backwards, though one of them managed to graze his thigh. It burned his skin, leaving a painful sensation behind.

"Son of a bitch," he muttered through his clenched teeth. He was lucky he had fed not too long ago, otherwise it would've been much worse. He pulled his bow off of his back before summoning the same vines from earlier to wrap around the assassin's feet before he began to fire a volley of arrows at the assassin's chest, legs, and head.