Blackbeak Bluff Casser une Jambe

defense roll: 2

The sharp feeling of teeth sinking into the muscle of his back left leg only brought Chaudry further excitement. He did not expect the weak old man to fight back.

Taking note of the limp he had observed earlier he moved for the supposedly injured shoulder: not to bite, rather throwing his weight into it. A heavy hit if he did it well, practically a tackle.

He pleaded for the satisfying sound of popping, hoped for a dislocated limb. Something that would comfort him at night.

attack roll: 3