Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20190430180827/@comment-5543592-20190505201642

Shrike did not let up, ruthlessly continuing her assault, as if her intention was to pulverize Paul's crotch. The sound of it was disturbing.

After what seemed for ever, she released her grip and shoved him backwards, holding her fists up in a combat stance, waiting for an attack from him, if he had anything left. Paul's sheer resilience had made her wary, given anyone else would've been reduced to paste by the punishment he'd suffered.

"Lizard stink." Josey explained. "Reptiles always stink like rotting meat."