Board Thread:Off-Topic Discussion/@comment-28009263-20170702193612/@comment-67.170.207.13-20171020043910

Glory smiles. She says, "I love fighting things that can't really be killed! This is fun!" She's not being sarcastic at all. She whirls through the Baryonyx, laughing. As they try to hit her, they hit each other. She does a sommersault into the air, plunges her claws into one's eyeballs, pulls out an eye, and shoves it in another's teeth. She slices a third's neck.

Sun winces. "Frankly, I'm not sure this addiction to violence is a healthy thing for you, Glory. Maybe you should take up a hobby. Like fishing!"

Glory flips onto one's back and starts lacerating the back of its head. "Come on, scaredy sabers! The fight's just getting good! Fight!" she yells back at the others.

Glory cares nothing for your small Baryonyx claws.

-Raptorofwar