Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20150415193530/@comment-5543592-20150415213855

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Dacian cried out in pain  The sickle shredded through the muscle and flesh of his back, before catching on something solid. Dacian guessed it was a rib or something. The pain was intense, like his skin was on fire, or someone had decided to open his skull and walk the pain sensing parts of his brain with a hammer.

But the pain only made him angrier. The muscles in his bi-ceps went rigid, and he pressed down with his thumbs with all his might, squishing the captain's eyes back into his skull, smashing the eyes in soup. The thumbs traveled through the member underneath the eyes, tearing the retina, and into the brain, destroying the frontal cortex, and sending blunt force throughout the skull. He immense pressure caused by the whole ordeal resulted in the captain's head turning into a blood pancake with a diamter of about half a foot.

Dacian roared, a blood-curtling noise, like an animal, and roise to his feet. Every muscles in his body flexed in the pleasure following the gory kill. He slowly turned to face Kay. The captain's blood coated his hands, and Dacian's own blooded trailed down from the wound in his chest, and leaked out of his nose, forming a mustache like thing around his upper lip. The sickle lay embedded in his back, a grisly meeting of metal and man.

Dacian's voice was surprisingly neutral, and free of any anguish  Although, his face said it all. "Let's move." He said through gritted teeth.