Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20150715181657/@comment-3293219-20150720192718

Jo-Sire's head jerked back as the arrow was burried deep in his forehead, his face remained fixated as his head rolled off to the side.

Jo-Sire's Orcs lay on the floor, groaning as they did so, they weren't a threat anymore but Scire and Hawke would need their armour to complete the bargain.