Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24685738-20150906013028/@comment-5543592-20150913001126

"Feim Zii Gron!"  Anathon roared at the last second.

The dragon's jaws collided, it's teeth meeting halfway through the Nord's body.

But, when the beast pulled away, it came up with nothing.

Anathon's Ethereal form walked calmly out from underneath the dragon, out of it's view now.

"Wuld Nah Kest!" He shouted now, and was suddenly thrown as if by a great gust of wind, back to the cart. He peeked in.

"Anyone need help?" He asked, nonchalant. This guy knew how to mantain calm.