Board Thread:Middle Earth Roleplay Board/@comment-25356210-20151103025943/@comment-26444332-20151107032245

Faenor looks up from the circle of dead Half-trolls he's standing in. At least twenty are around him alone, while the fighting rages all around him between the savage attackers and the desperate Gondorians. He quickly kills two more, then pulls his bow off of his back and proceeds to send two arrows at the weredragon. One bounces off, barely missing the target, but the other connects, wedging between two scales. It is a flesh wound, but as with all wounds it is painful.