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!uGYNBMPzOs 02/17/12(Fri)03:44 No.17985474You have your blade, but that would kill it, so you do the next best thing you can think of. It doesn't take much to quickly form yourself a set of knuckle dusters as you put a spike through either of the charging beasts legs, halting its momentum as you charge it yourself, fist cocked back and ready to strike.
So, it comes as something of a surprise to you when your foot catches a root, and sends you flying off course. You still connect, though, instead of hitting the beasts protruding jaw, your now lowered center of gravity sends the powerful punch straight into the beasts manhood. It howls in pain, even louder and longer than it did when you punctured the poor things legs with stone spikes. The were-beasts slumps over, still held aloft by the spikes, passed out from the intense pain. As you push yourself up, in-between more bestial howls from outside of the elementalism-made stone wall protecting your camp, Gaius chuckles "That was truly poor form commander, to strike him in the manhood like that."
You shake your head, and, dropp[ing your knuckle-dusters, reply "I wont hear of it, Captain. i take it there are no more of these beasts in the camp?"
Gaius shakes his head "No, but from the sound of it there are plenty more in the forest yet. Feel free to return to your tent, Commander, I will make sure none get inside, and that we dont loose any men tonight." You simply nod in thanks, and move to head back to your tent, and bed.
>well, we seem to be dead now, so I'm gonna call it. >someone archive please >I'll be back Sunday at 9pm server time (I dont have a closing shift taht day, so, barring the apocalypse, thats a guarantee for CQ) |