05-22-2014, 09:16 PM
Boulder, being in an induced berserker rage, swung his ax like a baseball bat to meet Flora's blade. The clashing of metal echoed through the chamber. While no blood would be shed, the force of Boulder's blow could possibly put some distance between them.
Boulder had nothing to say; his mind was drunk on bloodshed.
Boulder had nothing to say; his mind was drunk on bloodshed.