Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24123288-20151113020345/@comment-5543592-20151117225918

Ragnar brought his fist against the final bandit's face. The man's head snapped to the side, and he fell to knee. Ragnar smashed his fist against the man's cheek again, and with a sound of cracking bone, he fell. The Nord was saturated in blood, and he retrieved his club from where it had final, before looking across to Scire.

Ragnar nodded in his direction, and Scire grinned.

Then they heard the roars. The pair exchanged a look before dashing in that direction.