Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20150130150827/@comment-24280666-20150201035214

''Pit... Pat... Pit... Pat...''

Grok's tears hit the floor, making a solemn drumbeat. Behind him, Grok heard a snicker.

"Look at the little Orc, crying o'er a fucking troll. Pathetic." said the man who had snickered. He was dressed in steel armor, except for his head, which was uncovered.

Grok took one look at him and jumped him, ripping his helmet off his own head as he did. He pinned the alpha bandit  to the floor and bashed his head in with the pointed edge of the dawnguard helmet, spraying gore and blood everywhere as Grok created a new drumbeat. All the while, the bandit blubbered "Mercy...Oh gods..." but Grok did not let up, pulverising his head into a fine red paste.