by Mockrabbit » August 1st, 2014, 5:41 pm
His axe swings again at the guard only to come into contact, again, with the shield. "Can't we jus' call it a draw?" The Yaungol's blade tears through Mock's plated robe at his midsection, lodging in his abdomen. Mockrabbit reels backwards dropping the axe in his right hand. He clutches th...