nonniemouse
Casual Client
- Joined
- Dec 12, 2010
As Marek's latest victim thrashes and writhes, her blood and piss spraying out violently between her legs, he had the sense to sate his bloodlust and close a thick hand around her throat, choking off any last scream she might try to let out. Even as she begins to expire, hands pressed desperately between her legs to stem the flow of her fluids, Marek was already moving toward the last member. He eyed Tress... Tara? -- The holy woman.
"I see being a woman of the cloth has not dulled your instincts. You have a killer in you yet." He turned toward the elf as an arrow whizzes across the room. He frowned, his doubts about his elven "ally" evident on his face. Still, she would be an extra hand against the pirates, and he readied to intervene on her behalf.
Either Defend or Aid, depending on if the last girl makes any aggressive at Vera. If they're not needed, he's going to see if he encountered anything similar to these girls before in his days with the Blood Axes (Spout Lore).
"I see being a woman of the cloth has not dulled your instincts. You have a killer in you yet." He turned toward the elf as an arrow whizzes across the room. He frowned, his doubts about his elven "ally" evident on his face. Still, she would be an extra hand against the pirates, and he readied to intervene on her behalf.
Either Defend or Aid, depending on if the last girl makes any aggressive at Vera. If they're not needed, he's going to see if he encountered anything similar to these girls before in his days with the Blood Axes (Spout Lore).