Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24510587-20160913141844/@comment-26103034-20161017173746

Fenril looked Mahlar in the eyes - or, at least, stared into his visor. His eyes kept darting away and then back again as he started to walk in a circle, always facing Mahlar. He didn't attack, however; from what he'd seen, it would not end well. Marolath let out a roar and Fenril's eyes flickered again, looking at the creature moments before its head hit the ceiling. He jumped backwards, out of easy reach of Mahlar, stumbling a bit on his landing before throwing an arm over his head. No large pieces of rock fell on him; just dust and pebbles which bounced harmlessly of his arm. He kept his eyes on his opponent until the dust became too much, and he quickly scrunched his eyes closed, wiping them with his free hand; it only took a few seconds and Mahlar was several paces away, but the feeling of vulnerability made him feel ill.