LOCATION: The Mean Streets of Alderaan
ENEMIES: Republic, [member="Spencer Jacobs"] should totes come here too
ALLIES: One Sith
OBJECTIVE: Go crazy? Don't mind if I do!
The crawl continued, with his legs still aching and entire being trembling. One doesn't simply leap off of a building and stroll away into the sunset all the while whistling a jaunty tune! Well, one could in this galaxy but I'm just not that kind of one, you know? Yeah, you know.
Maaaaaantooooroooooook...
A disembodied voice swam within the Chistori's head, it sounded as if it was taunting him, a long drawn out hiss that seemed to mock the fact that he remained upon all fours.
Caaaaaaan't yooouuuu sssstaaaaaaaand?
Okay, let's cut out the seemingly part, but let's cut him a break. The beast had taken shotgun (once again orignally typo'd as shotfun) blasts to the chest, it had pierced both crab and scales and while not fatal it was an injury none the less. He had leapt from the roof of the hospital and while that too was not fatal it had taken a toll. Mantorok growled, and with a violent shake of his head responded to the voice.
“I CAN STAND.”
However when he attempted to do as said (as one should always follow the commands of disembodied voices), his legs wobbled and gave way once again, leaving the saurian creature upon his knees. Poor Mantorok
ENEMIES: Republic, [member="Spencer Jacobs"] should totes come here too
ALLIES: One Sith
OBJECTIVE: Go crazy? Don't mind if I do!
The crawl continued, with his legs still aching and entire being trembling. One doesn't simply leap off of a building and stroll away into the sunset all the while whistling a jaunty tune! Well, one could in this galaxy but I'm just not that kind of one, you know? Yeah, you know.
Maaaaaantooooroooooook...
A disembodied voice swam within the Chistori's head, it sounded as if it was taunting him, a long drawn out hiss that seemed to mock the fact that he remained upon all fours.
Caaaaaaan't yooouuuu sssstaaaaaaaand?
Okay, let's cut out the seemingly part, but let's cut him a break. The beast had taken shotgun (once again orignally typo'd as shotfun) blasts to the chest, it had pierced both crab and scales and while not fatal it was an injury none the less. He had leapt from the roof of the hospital and while that too was not fatal it had taken a toll. Mantorok growled, and with a violent shake of his head responded to the voice.
“I CAN STAND.”
However when he attempted to do as said (as one should always follow the commands of disembodied voices), his legs wobbled and gave way once again, leaving the saurian creature upon his knees. Poor Mantorok