Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5824038-20150717135551/@comment-25038310-20150813210247

Roland ducked behind a tree as he cursed. He had hoped the last incinerates would have finished the Pale lady off, but unfortunately that was not the case.

He grabbed his spear as he moved from cover to cover, slowly approaching the badly wounded Whispmother.

"You're fucking dead, you gods damned cold and frozen female dog.." He muttered to himself.