Gone, gone, gone

Roana had a strong stomach. This woman had triplet boys. She changed diapers – of the exploded variety no less. She had seen and smelled the gruesome aftermath of war. But so help her the stench and sheer…nastiness of the thing in front of them was beyond comprehension. She pressed her lips into a thin line in an effort to keep herself from dry heaving at it. ”If this is what it smells like normally imagine how much worse it would be if we cut it open.” she said quietly when Ronin suggested they put it out of its misery. Uh-uh. Nope. That was an awful idea. ”It isn’t attacking. It’s moving out of the way…let’s just let it move along then keep going ourselves.” The sooner they got away from this thing the better. Ugh. ROANA You should've crowned her 'cause she's a goddess