Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28920015-20171205043610/@comment-27661770-20171207231138

The dragon was swarmed.

Norfolk heard the crash, ad dashed out to the main hall for a sec.

"...sweet. Mother. Of. FUCK."

It was a fucking dragon.

"Wolf? Tell me you're seeing this?!"

Jack Maker, meanwhile, had gotten a contact form Fowl about the battle. He was on his way.

Oh hey, there was a bigger car. Seven-seater. When that got there, he had no clue. Nor had he aa clue how it was so big.

Eh. It could take more bullets.

And down the road he drove.