Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24510587-20190117232435/@comment-25828117-20190120182720

Graicus climbed up on the daedra. It felt like holding on to a skin made entirely out of pustules but he managed. While he hung on to the disorientated beast he stabbed down in the soft fleshy parts of it, wherever he could, again and again. And he would not stop until it was dead or let Frasella go.