Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20170708202729/@comment-3293219-20170715232741

"Alright Mortimer, do you want to claw before or after I shoot?" Nyssa asked, it was his fingernails at stake afterall.

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With a loud thud, four machines scattered forward, readying themselves as they stood before the group members, pincers at the ready.