Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20150728160435/@comment-5543592-20150801213144

Scire climbed up after her, grunting, and pulled himself through the window rather ungracefully, but recovered with a roll when he hit the floor.

"Fuck." He hissed, having cut his arm on a shard of glass- it'd gone through the fabric in between Chitin plates.

He gave it some briefly attention before looking at Hawke. "Where do you think captain fuckhead'll be?"