Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-69.31.217.91-20141120035513/@comment-25686329-20150321170911

"More!" bellowed Sobek, like the shot to his shin was some kind of lovely desert. He felt it, but not much.

He wound up, swinging the claw arm in an attempt to throw Jane up and out of the ring. Granted, there were the variables of Jane's weight, whether or not the fabric of the shirt was durable enough to remain hooked on the claw without tearing, and so on, but Sobek was in a rage.

His fighting style was riddled with whims, instinct, and that's exactly what he acted on.