Thal found himself crouched on the back of the Amal'jaa when the beastman began to flail. Ears pressing back at the roar, he struggled to maintain both balance and grip before levering his weapon down in one direction, with every ounce of strength he could muster. He tried to ignore the sick crack of bone and scale and organ as the metal spike tore upward through the thrashing Amal'jaa's chest.
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"Song dogs barking at the break of dawn, lightning pushes the edges of a thunderstorm; and these streets, quiet as a sleeping army, send their battered dreams to heaven."
Hipparion Tribe (Sagolii)Â - Â Antimony Jhanhi's Wiki
