Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20181219235003/@comment-24510587-20181222003033

This was torture for Harry, but having to hear this tortured Wilkes at least as much. The poor sod flew into a fit of frustrated rage and with a primal roar he threw himself at the corpse-McGill, yanking it off Harriot and wrestling himself on top of it. He proceeded to relentlessly beat its head, again, and again, and again. When his blows began to spatter him in blood, he did not stop; when its skull cracked, he did not stop; only when there was nothing left to beat and his blows began to hit dirt, he finally ceased.