Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-11644980-20131015204015/@comment-11644980-20131021153226

Bruce approached the flames, uncertain of their strength. no good charging into his death, you know. he extended his hand, and his aura safequarded him from the flames well enough. Good. He could finish the beast, then.

With only a single pincer and no tail, Bruce was more than able to climb atop the struggling creature. It wriggled back and forth as it's remaining legs struggled to support his weight, but Bruce was able to reach the small chink in the beast's armor that signified where it's thorax met it's head.

He focussed his assault on that, slamming his axe's blade into the gap over and over, eventually leaving several cracks in the armor spreading from the furious blows. Bruce roared as he delt the final blow, a sadeways strike that carved at least halfway through the beast's "neck" (if you could call it that). It collapsed to the ground, still, and Bruce wrenched his axe out of the cut before striding out of the flames. "Good work, guys," he panted. The flames had been more draining than he'd anticipated.