Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20170708203641/@comment-5543592-20170717222437

Ward joined Duncan just in time to watch the steel's crates doors thrown from their hinges, and sent sliding across the room, throwing up spikes.

One clawed, scaly hand reached out, gripping the side of the crate, followed by another.

The Deathclaw shoved itself from the crate with impressive speed, and landed in a crouch. It's right foot came down on a deceased Hundred-Hand, the body crunching beneath the giant lizard's weight.

It's two beady black eyes locked onto Duncan, and a open a maw filled with razor sharp teeth that dripped saliva.

It took off towards the two of them languidly, relaxed and effortless in it's agility, but frighteningly quick in how it covered the distance towards them.