Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26892768-20170921094805/@comment-27661770-20170923221324

Slam. Slam. Slam. Slam.

As he got whacked into the ground, his vision blurred. On the fifth or sixth time a sick crunch came from his arm and he shrieked, although it was morelike a roar of anguished defiance than pure pain. Around the twentieth slam, the hardy Equestrian finally conked out. Likely with a concussion.