Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27226023-20150807001143/@comment-27260597-20150830130438

'((Gee I go to sleep early for once and I miss a lot. Well fear not! As much as I like blood and gore, I'd like my character to stay alive thank you very much.))'

Desi wasn't dead.

Sure she felt like demon roadkill. Sure there was multiple gashes all over her body, ranging from small to well, she couldn't see, since she was flung onto her back onto the ground, which by the way, she discovered just now was made of really sturdy stone. But she knew she was alive because she felt pain. So, in a way, pain made alive... weird. Also, she could blink, which sealed the creepy deal.

And now, she had no weapon whatsoever cause the kunai has been scattered to hex knows where. The only thing she had was police pepper spray...

She couldn't get to close to spray Eldrimnir, and there was no way she could build a weapon... or could she? Desi looked around, vines, stones, a broken tree branch. She looked down, mushrooms, a ripped piece of leather with a hole in it from her jacket.

Maybe her mind was tingling from blood loss and broken bones. Or maybe... she had an idea. She grabbed the leather, the tree branch, and a block of stone. working fast, with blood ever seeping out, she ripped the leather into one long strip and fastened the stone to the stick. She melted another rock into magma and used it as paste to hold the rock and branch together even more securely. Finally, she had her result: a makeshift sledgehammer(with a coating of police pepperspray).

Desi motioned for the others to get out of the way, and with that last bit of strenth she shouldn't even be capable of, swung th sledgehammer, aiming for Eldy's cold, black heart.

((This might be the longest reply I have ever written...))