Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27226023-20150716101121/@comment-27235572-20150718195428

Thinking that the girl must really like their misfortune, Quinn noticed the centaur's lethargic movements. She supposed that poor Bob was getting tired from the constant attacks, so she only splashed a few drops of his own blood on his flank, watching with morbid fascination as the liquid left behind nasty-looking burns.

'''I guess that's what makes centaurs so volatile. Having all that horrid stuff inside of you would make anyone angry.''' She mused analytically. Leaping away from another savage kick, Quinn sprayed some blood on his leg before slicing into the damaged area with ease. Some blood narrowly missed her hands, but her hiking boots were dissolving from the corrosive liquid. "Scheiße!" She cursed, quickly slipping out of her shoes before her feet got hurt as well.

((Current Location: Dark Forest))