Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20160326001252/@comment-5543592-20160401163756

The Stalker attempted to turn, whirling around to face Brody. The sword sliced cleanly into the fine line that made up the armor's joint at the neck, perfectly exploiting the ever so slight gap. It entered, cleaving through muscle and sinew before becoming stuck halfway through. The Stalker tried to jerk away, only succeeding in burying the sword more deeply as the honey-like fluid began to pool from the rent and leak down the sword. The tall Alien looked down at him and made no noise, as if in more shock than pain.

It reached up grasping Brody's wrist in a surprisingly still strong arm, and reached for his face with the second, groping, fingers clawing at Brody's cheek as if trying to find purchase.

"Impossible..." It rasped, before crumpling to it's knees, then the floor, sword still stuck halfway through it's neck.