Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5583506-20160410190841/@comment-24701913-20160414234012

"Gods help us." Elinnel whispered, inaudible over the stomping.

She prepared her harpoon gun, along everybody else, and was ready to fire it. This was a fight she wasn't prepared to lose.

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Aigren had a bow drawn and ready. While he knew it wasn't going to do much, he had coated the arrow's tip in the same poison that he was taught to make when he first arrived at Fort Slayer. He would annoy as many of the beasts as he could.

"It will likely hit their face or the front of their legs, be mindful." Aigren called out.