Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20170701140145/@comment-24736819-20170722153151

"I thought he was never going to leave.", Kyrnil heard, coming from behind him about the same time when he felt someone grabbing his right foot.

The muscular halfgod, if looked upon, was unscathed. Not a single scar, burned skin or anything. Good as new.

"My turn now.", he would attempt to tighten the grip and pull Kyrnil to the ground.