Lazlow
First Post
Desert takes a sliding step forward, punching at His midriff, but His reflexes are quick - or are they? Like lightning, Desert unleashes another blow, grabbing His lower jaw and ripping His head, spine attached, out through the neck! Blood spurts everywhere, and the remains of His limbs and body drops lifeless to the ground in front of the kung-fu master, who holds the disembodied head and spine aloft.
"FLAWLESS VICTORY..." Al comments.
Berserker Bill unleashes yet another pair of throwing axes, both of which unerringly find their mark, "hamstringing" Joel so well that it doesn't look like he'll go anywhere ever again. The last raider collapses in a heap and is still.
<CLAP... CLAP... CLAP...>
"Oh, bravo. Well done, yes indeed. It's been so long since I've seen a decent skirmish - usually a couple of well-placed fireballs take them out rather quickly. Thank you kindly for the show."
The door to Al's house opens, and he motions to you all. "Please... Come in. I believe I do have something you'd be interested in."
"FLAWLESS VICTORY..." Al comments.
Berserker Bill unleashes yet another pair of throwing axes, both of which unerringly find their mark, "hamstringing" Joel so well that it doesn't look like he'll go anywhere ever again. The last raider collapses in a heap and is still.
<CLAP... CLAP... CLAP...>
"Oh, bravo. Well done, yes indeed. It's been so long since I've seen a decent skirmish - usually a couple of well-placed fireballs take them out rather quickly. Thank you kindly for the show."
The door to Al's house opens, and he motions to you all. "Please... Come in. I believe I do have something you'd be interested in."