Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-4681758-20140320232139/@comment-4681758-20140324235031

"Chew me out later if you want.  Here they come."

Hoard was the word to describe it. They moved so tightly packed through the forest that Ciarán couldn't tell where one began and another ended. He unloaded a 12 round clip into the hoard, and watched the Beowulves just drop. He then switched his weapon back into a longsword, and struck down from above to join the fray.