Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5583506-20151120001401/@comment-29559990-20151124021747

Vordel tried to get up, but the iron grip on his legs would not budge. Then, from the bank came a massive Orc that stood at almost half a foot taller than Vordel and decked in Steel Armor.

"Get 'em, Duraak!" Goriyn encouraged.

Duraak nodded and slung the Dark Elf back towards Zaydate, through the snow. He got back up quickly and charged, but he ran right into one of the Orc's massive fist. A sickening crack filled the air, and Vordel's body did an entire 180 before he collapsed to his knees and fell face first into the snow. Out-Cold.

"Weak," The orc muttered.

Kaz continued his glare, the bottom lip trembling. His hand slowly wrapped itself around the one she had on his chest unsure of whether he should pull it off of him or leave it...