Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20160326001252/@comment-5543592-20160401154430

Petra was too far away from the arm, however, just by a foot or so, and the shield popped up, asorbing her shots.

It brought it's foot down on Petra's own elbow, pinning her shooting arm, and began to grind her arm underneath it's boot.

"Such an insignificant thing you are." The Stalker murmured, ignoring Brody's yells.

"Sir Brody." Byron beckoned, sitting up right. He looked dazed, and blood was leaking from his mouth, down over his chin, but he remained steady. He extended the sword to Brody, holding it along the flat of the blade, it's pommel pointed in the commander's direction.