Post by Silver Emu of Valour on Oct 16, 2005 0:07:14 GMT -5
Eimear threw the slip of paper on the Garrl's forehead knocking off the last and the grarrl's stance changed poised for battle. "Attack." she said smerking And the Garrl charged, A mass of teeth and claws shining dangerously. "Silly Scot." Eimear grinned.