Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20191124214112/@comment-24510587-20191127190955

Emile had run out of things to defend himself from and came to a halt, breathing heavily. He was covered in sprayed blood, and the head of his warhammer was completely red, with some small bits of brain being stuck in the flanges. All that missed was the layer of dirt and grime on him, or he would've looked pretty much exactly how Lysilde had first found him.