Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5583506-20160228221959/@comment-29559990-20160303011402

Mongo took the blade with a nod, and moved foward slowly. He put the tip of his boot on the skull, not trusting the chains all that much to support his weight and the skull. However, he moved the othe foot unboard anyways.

"Don't fall, Mong!" Athorian teased with a chuckle, but Mongo didn't respond. Instead, he knelt down carefully and plunged the knife into the bone, with great strength and precision and a sickening crunch. The Knife passed through like the skull were made of wet paper.