Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-69.31.217.91-20141120035513/@comment-25686329-20150510164735

((Hey, you're alive!))

Sobek pounded his chest, taunted, growled. It was gutteral, wild.

He rocketed forth, galloping, nearly on all fours, desperately trying to get to Hook before she could loose a sword.

He opened his jaws wide and --

Bzzzrt!

Sobek fell, twitching, utterly unconcious, to the mat. Sticking out of his exposed neck, was a single, electrified dart.

The Yankee stood on the other end of the ring, spinning the cylinder of a taser designed to look like a revolver, a stark expression on his face that demanded no thanks, but his eyes gleamed with a smugness.

"You were out of your depth, Jane." He said, more a statement, an explanation of why he ended the fight so abruptly.