Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20170326174832/@comment-5543592-20170327000526

Szeth stepped forward and snatched the knife of Zak's hand.

"Already done it wrong." He said. The Skaal stepped over the cougar's corpse. He brought his foot up, and slammed it down on the back of the animal front leg joint, so that it popped with a sicking crunch. Kneeling over the now visibly broken leg, he dug the knife into the joint's back, churning up rivets of fresh blood, prying the joint loose by cutting the thigh and shin apart at the ligiments and cleaving skin away. Then dropped the knife, seized the foreleg about halfway up, and began rolling it at the joint. The knee popped, clicked and cracked, untill it was barly dangling by strands of sinew, then with one last snap, he tore the foreleg free and tossed it aside. He then went on to repeat this process with three other legs. Stone-worshipping heretics didn't know how to do that.