Board Thread:Talkplays/@comment-4211788-20150508063005/@comment-4211788-20150608105333

The hawk grunts as the fog gets thicker and harder to see, he immediately scorches the ground in front of him in rage, causing smoke and adding to the thickness.

"Damn it!" The hawk shouts as he stomps his foot on the ground.

He attempts to run in the direction he last remembered Tullir slide into, he gave no heads up to his allies.

The hawk put out his sword and favored his twin daggers, he pulled up his scarf and was ready for a fight.