Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-9075949-20170520232335/@comment-24510587-20170522183025

Behind Joric, there suddenly sounded a loud noise comparable to a watermelon being beaten to a pulp with a stick: the sound of flesh being pulped and bones breaking.

The deer he had failed to shoot lay dead on the ground, its head barely more than a bloody mess. Over it stood a man in full plate armour, holding a spiked mace.