Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-16171938-20140511194944/@comment-24147026-20140605085223

Tuckyr had two opponents against him, he had his wits about him this time though. With a grin, he swung his broadsword toward the first artificial Beowolf, smashing the giant weapon into it's torso. Effectively bisecting it.

Unfortunately this allowed the other to get the jump on the young man, hitting him from behind knocking him onto his face.

"Dude! Not that face!" Tuckyr yelled as he got back up, his face a bit sore from the impact with the ground. "How'd you like it if you couldn't pick up android chicks anymore 'cause of someone messing with your looks?"

With a furious growl he brought his weapon up again, smashing it down on the Beowolf's head, leaving a giant indent where it's "face" should have been. It dropped to the ground, deactivated.