Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5583506-20170802030316/@comment-5583506-20170809222306

"As fun as I'll ever have in a prison full of murderous maniacs", Bethany replied somberly, swiftly dodging an incoming blunt weapon and retaliated with a vicious punch to the face.

With one mage wrestled down, the only remaining one was the one Vin was struggling with. Then whatever spell that lay upon these inmates would cease and they would become more easily defeated.

Arona would be able to spot a pile of wooden debris just behind a major bulk of the prisoners force. Igniting it would more than surely catch them off-guard.

Though Helaena's attack didn't do the undead any particular harm, her birds were definitely of value concerning battle tactics. In their attacks they began to peck at whatever remained of the eyes of the undead, rendering them blind, or just simply kept them distracted for long enough to let some other hero club them down.

"You take that back, you fucking reptile!" Ylva growled. "Else I will..."

The werewolf received a hefty punch to the face by a disarmed thrall. It definitely seemed that this was the drop that made the cup run over.

"That's it!" she snarled, feeling how the blood in her veins started to boil. "You've gone and fucking done it now, haven't you?!"

''Goodbye, sweet blouse. I hardly knew you.''

With the sickening cracks of bones swiftly re-adjusting and the ripping sound of muscles and fur bursting out of skin, the werewolf made itself visible. Ylva's baggy pants remained intact but of her top clothing there were only scraps hanging from her shoulders and arms.

Seeing Jerus in trouble from afar, the werewolf darted through the shield wall surrounding her, slamming the walking corpses down to the left and right as she made her way towards the shapeshifter.

Please, be alright.