Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20150208200941/@comment-17114085-20150215114442

"Shit" Selene muttered as she lunged to the side to try to dodge the fireballs or at the very least get out of their path.

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Many of the arrows hit, the Berserker had large arms, but they didn't seem to bother him much, just like the wound on the back of his leg. The Berserker kept his slow pace and tried to swing his spear at the Sentinels around him.

Wayn was up and he decided to examine the creature for a weak point, as so far nothing seemed to be hurting it. It was then that he realized that the creature was green, which was hard to tell due to the bluish tint the candlelight was giving the room. "He is Orc-like." Wayn muttered. He then realized why the beast was so resilient yet wore almost no armor except for the one on his neck. "Guys, minor wounds aren't going to do squat to him. He is an Orc-type, and Orcs can ignore pain when their blood is boiling with adrenaline. Nothing short of major injuries or death is going to stop this thing!"