Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24510587-20190219030909/@comment-5543592-20190220000816

A spear came flying out of the darkness and skewered Meyline's thigh. The stone point cleaved through muscle, grinded up against bone. The point burst out of the back of her thigh like a babe from the womb, and the spear came to a stop halfway through her leg.

The Forsworn emerged from the darkness. Some of them wore headdresses, all of them were covering in various amounts of blood, ranging from faint to copious. They looked like vengeful spirits of nature come to life.

There was one Reachman with an empty hand and he grinned sickeningly at Meyline, too-white teeth showing out of painted lips. He turned his face to the sky and screaming in triumph,  One of his comrades thumped him on the back in congratulations of a hunt well-done.

They stalked towards her now, slow, savoring the kill.

The Forsworn went down beneath Graicus, the Reachman's body flopping like a dead fish. The other three turned towards Graicus in varying degrees of surprise and with a roar Cade threw himself forwards.

His fist swung into the gut of one of the Forsworn, who doubled over into the knight's rising knee. The Reachman staggered backwards, holding his ruined face, back Cade seized the front of his shirt to keep him from escaping. The knight's fist came back like piston and struck forwards with equal force.

A second Forsworn leapt at Cade and the Augur raised his arm to deflect the Forsworn's axe.

The last Forsworn, a woman with her jaw dangling loosely in it's socket, hissed, low, and threw herself at Graicus, spearpoint out.

The Forsworn fought all or nothing, held nothing back. There was no holding back for them, no mercy. Only the kill.