Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24510587-20180306200349/@comment-24510587-20180313233731

Frasella embedded her axe in the leather chest armour, going only deep enough to make a superficial cut. The assailant winced, but otherwise kept her cool and took the opportunity to swing at Frasella's head.

Moira cracked the ice, as well as the frozen arm within it, though it was not quite destroyed. It was no matter, though; the man was already falling onto his knees, quivering in agony.

The gate opened, presumably by the machinations of some raiders who'd remained in the back, and the kidnappers began to make for the exit, children swung over their shoulders.

As Marr and Kyris chased, a figure was observing them. Standing on the wall, dressed in a long black coat with the hood so far down that his face was mostly obscured, a man watched, barely visible in the dark. He stood unmoving, unfazed by the chaos in the streets...

And when he raised his head a bit, Kyris could just catch a glimpse of one of his glowing yellow eyes, before he vanished in a cloud of smoke.