Blutspitze
Explorer
Falk shakes his head slightly back and forth, looking to the chaos that has ensued in the last few seconds. He looks to Surgeon:
Fine mess we've all gotten ourselves into, isn't it, my semi-psychotic friend?
He looks and shouts to the bloodied Mal, standing above the orc.
If you keep running out on your own I'm going make sure we all stop helping you, you witty, retarded SOB!!!
He looks back to Louie and jumps slightly.
Oh right. Forgot you. Drow problems. Ever have them? Don't. Now, Carsys's blade need a new home. Would you kindly oblige?
With a mighty swing, Falk brings down the hammer (in the form of an axe) on the orc's stupid face, attempting to cleave it in two neat, even pieces.
Fine mess we've all gotten ourselves into, isn't it, my semi-psychotic friend?
He looks and shouts to the bloodied Mal, standing above the orc.
If you keep running out on your own I'm going make sure we all stop helping you, you witty, retarded SOB!!!
He looks back to Louie and jumps slightly.
Oh right. Forgot you. Drow problems. Ever have them? Don't. Now, Carsys's blade need a new home. Would you kindly oblige?
With a mighty swing, Falk brings down the hammer (in the form of an axe) on the orc's stupid face, attempting to cleave it in two neat, even pieces.
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