Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20160307001231/@comment-24141785-20160308121847

With one last strike, the hind lower half separated from the rest of the Tiger. Blood gushed out, and for a few moments the Breton felt sick...

"No one need anything from the stalls? It's supposed to be half a day's trip." He asked as he gripped one of the Tiger's legs, "Food? Water? Something to fucking do?"