Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20160326001252/@comment-5543592-20160401025612

The Stalker snarled, releasing the Commander to the floor and whirling in the same instant in Petra's direct. It slammed into her, the force of the blow and hardness of it's body knocking her onto her back and sending her sliding across the floor.

It slowly glanced down at it's elbow, lowering that peaked head of it's so that it could see the joint in the armor where Petra had stabbed. Some sort of liquid trickled out, a golden colored fluid, similar in color and consistency to honey but definitely not honey.

It looked back up at Petra now, the flat face of it's helmet zeroing in on her. It closed the gap it had created between them in an instant with two impossibly quick strides.