Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20150602194428/@comment-24123288-20150603111455

(Aww, no fighting? :P)

Jessicas eyes widened in shock and she cried out. The cry was sharp, painful and haunting. Not a sound anyone, no matter how despicable would want to hear. Yet, hear it they did.

Jessica fell back on the ground, her face dirty and her chest singed beyond repair. Even if she were resurrected, she'd always carry that scar.

Soon enough, her head lolled to the side and the familiar smoke of Thormodr wound its way over to Isaiah.