Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24510587-20181218223832/@comment-3293219-20181230020925

"Sick... Very..." Moira trembled, glancing down to her arm.

"M-My glove! Where'd it go!?"

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Lilly took this as her chance to fire her projectile at the Centipede, an ice spike the size of a small child. She aimed for the middle, to avoid hurting the two clinging to the creature.

Pilerius on the otherh and, shimmied his way up its carrapice, doing his best to navigate his way up to its head.