Thread:FunAndGamess/@comment-39024013-20190813093354/@comment-39042010-20190822000018

"Oh, sorry," Teroe says, pulling at the arrowhead. The gryphon winces in pain. "Hey," he says to the beast. "Would you want me to numb the pain? It might make you sluggish for a while, but...no pain?"

The Darkheart dashes forward, grabs the gryphon hunter, then throws him eighty feet away and slams him into a tree. The hunter slumps, out cold.