Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-2165692-20190421164848/@comment-38998054-20190505223756

"Showtime..." Maugrim grinned before shifting into the Vaewolf and launching three shadow clones before jumping up and phasing into the bats to land in front of a group of three forsworn. The First one of the three, the Vaewolf tried to gouge in the neck just below the helm with his blood moon claw whilst launching a shadow ball at the second.

Crowd control... in and out... don't get swarmed... these thoughts were memories from his father's words long ago, the farmer who taught him how to take on a pack of boar...