Board Thread:Off-Topic Discussion/@comment-28009263-20170702193612/@comment-32070106-20171014233937

Ow. Well, now he has a better reason to keep a cloak of skinned dinosaurs on. And you think he'll wander the world ridiculed and leave you guys to peace? Heh.

And he has a pack of Megalanias.

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Glory struggles to her feet in the hut. There was something in that roar that she recognized... something terrible... she limps out of the hut and follows the scent trail.

Sun spots her first. His eyes widen and he rushes to her side. "Glory! No! Your wounds aren't healed."

She smiles, almost a grimace from pain. "Well, who am I to miss a fight? You'll never..." she trails off, spying the Carcharadontasaurus.

It's him

IT'S HIM.

All thought leaves her head as she charges, slashing his raw face and skin. Claws eveywhere. Family. Murder. The feel of flesh between bloody talons. The taste of blood. And him... HIM...

Glory screams constantly. She doesn't stop.

STABBING AND STABBING AND STABBING AND STABBING

The Carcharadontasaurus smacks her aside and retreats. An enemy who knows when he must retreat is much more dangerous than one that doesn't.

Glory is still screaming as she attacks Pernicia. Full on, whirlwind, battle-rage Glory. Anyone gets near her, her claws shred through them, be them enemy or ally.