Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20150109114215/@comment-17114085-20150117182017

(Mhazard, are you waiting for me to reply as the person from Anvil that you are talking to?)

Engar was breathing heavily. He pulled his axe out the of chest one a dead mage. His armor was a bit scorched and around him the Berserkers under his command were also catching their breath. They had won the battle outside, it had been fast and destructive. A portion of the wall that they had cornered the mages at was now crumbling. They had lost only about 10% of their troops outside.

"I wonder how Toralf is doing." He muttered.