Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20171022212158/@comment-3293219-20171027160930

Zak wrapped his hands firmly around the creature's leg, using his black fire to cut through, like a hot knife through butter.

"Roz, I can weaken the legs! If I do, you can strike them and they should go down, without us being at risk!"

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As they stepped out of the alleyway, the machines became visible, the stench of their fleshy bodies filled the air, like a toxic cloud and by now, it was obvious that they would take the city in their current number.

Of course, numbers could easily be altered...

It would seem that running into their marching group was an act of suicide, it might seem like a better idea to get above them or around them...