Board Thread:Talkplays/@comment-4211788-20150508063005/@comment-11848168-20150606170026

After taking a stab to the shoulder and a rock to the face that made his skull tilt slightly, Tullir shook off the stab moved his skull back into place. He growled at them, amused by the fight they had in them. Knowing a direct fight would be suicide, he used the wind to slide backwards and cover his tracks with the fog, retreating towards the area he set up to stalk his prey. He grabbed a wooden pole he made and stayed out of sight, preparing to pop any bubble that may be formed or fight any wind manipulation. He would attempt to take them out one by one.