Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20190430180827/@comment-5543592-20190505213647

"Your certain their goal was to create... dog soldiers?" Tanner said.

There were several high boulders he could climb to, and any of the sunken buildings could act as a buffer.

The tunnelers fell on top of them and Ulysses released his machinegun, letting it dangle from its sling, instead gripping his staff in both hands. He swung it savagely, with little finnesse, moving expertly from enemy to enem

The lasers burned Shrike's skin, but had little other effect on her.

She made a gagging, coughing noise as Paul yanked the rebar around her throat and kicked wildly, struggling for a brief moments when she was lifted from the ground.

Then she wrapped her hands around the metal, working her fingers between it and her throat. Slowly, Paul felt his strength giving way to Shrikes as she began to pry herself out of his grip. Her arms quivered, showing effort, but unhalting effort.