Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-13488655-20191115201806/@comment-13488655-20200121094539

Instead of panicking at the attack, Flint pressed his foot down further, stepping hard on the jaw of the wolfe,using it as a steppping stone before making a hard swing with the thick branch, striking the two wolves away. He was a smart boy. He knew that once the wolves were too injured they'd give up the chase. It was the rule of the hunt. Prey were never woth the hastle if they cost you an arm and a leg.

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Arthur grunted slightly but still remained strong, keeping his grip as his hands began to glow with electricity. He then began to speak with a wheeze, clearly holding back the pain from that blow.

"You should know, most people that go to the pub... Are used to that old trick... Oooohh lord above."