Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20151017130502/@comment-5543592-20151021201641

"Ahhhhh!" Scire screamed as he was tossed through the air like a doll, tumbling head over heels, and smashing into branches. He would've broken something, or somethings, if he hadn't had that ounce of Gulakhan magic in him. He tumbled down from the apex of the tree, hitting branches all the way down, colliding into each one with an oof before smacking his face, particularly his nose, on the last one with a sickening crack and then hitting the ground on his back with a very unpleasant groan.

As the beast advanced on Agatha, Ragnar stepped into view, giant club in hand. He knew better to go on the offensive, and would simply use the head of his weapon to ward of the beast and it's attacks while Agatha read the scroll. It was bigger than him, yes, but Ragnar was big himself, and took a defensive stance to prevent the creature from knocking him over if it collided with him.