Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-25344655-20141102040650/@comment-67.22.249.68-20141202045432

Yes. God yes, so annoying.

Arienna skidded back, grunting in pain. Man, that thing kicks hard! She spun the sword around, and went in again. The thing was powerful, but she was quicker. She rolled beneath his scythe swing, and swept his big leg out from under him. He fell to the ground, and she attempted to stab him with her poisoned knife, but he rolled out of the way. He came back up, and brought his scythe swinging around. Arienna leapt away from the blade, but was hit in the side of the head by the staff. She collapsed, a roaring pain in her head.

Nazrug walked closer to the She-Elf. Her head was bleeding, and she seemed to be unconscious. He raised his scythe, preparing to slice her in two. But Arienna, despite being severely weakened, still had a few of her wits about her. The hand holding the dagger lashed out and, like an expert, she struck the gap in his leggings. The poisons of the blue Mirkwood spider took almost immediate affect, causing the Black Uruk's movements to become slow and sluggish. Enraged, Nazrug prepared to finish her off, but heard running footsteps behind him. He turned to see Galim chargin toward him, the souls of a hundred Elves coursing through him. The She-Elf would have to wait. He slow-walked to meet his new opponent.