Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20190904182217/@comment-5543592-20191020193836

The tribal's solar plexus popped loose and he landed in a tumble, spasming.

The second was close enough to do damage, and Wilkes felt the machete bite him in the hip, then rake across his skin. The rusty edge was jagged and incongruous, leaving behind a nasty wound.