Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27226023-20150716101121/@comment-27235572-20150718183129

Quinn flung the stone with pinpoint accuracy. It flew from her fingers and hit the centaur in the forehead, detonating on impact. She felt slightly bad for the creature. Not only was he missing an arm (she just knew that she was going to have nightmares about that), but he had amassed so many other injuries. However, she did find his face covered in soot to be a comical sight.

Backing out of his line of sight, she quickly hit her shoulder with one of the other rocks she had. Letting out a hiss of pain, Quinn instantly hated the sensation of bones knitting together in her shoulder and arm.

Sighing with relief when the stone finished its work, she put all the projectiles away, grabbing another knife instead. Spinning what she called Revenge in her hand, Quinn assessed the situation. The wretched thing was close to death, but it still had some strength, despite looking like a pincushion. She had a sinking feeling that it would try a final move soon.

((Current Location: Dark Forest))

((I suppose a returning weapon is much better than multiple ones.))