And so they were left with the lone axeman, of course, Torus couldn't find a way to weasel himself between the threat and the nearly downed barbarian which made him let out a rather annoyed huff of air. Instead, he simply jumped in, sharp claws slashing across any exposed flesh he could find. Thankfully, his attack landed, leaving ribbons of blood behind as claws sank into flesh and tore it open much like a knife through butter. He just wanted this creature to die, its danger to those he was here to protect irritating him and something in the back of his mind screaming at him to rend, tear... [i]kill[/i].


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Atk: [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/15370]20[/url]
Dmg: [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/15371]11[/url]
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