Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-29038468-20200821025708/@comment-29038468-20200928204056

Abyss: It would have to be a question solved for later. For now, heading back to town was the next objective.

Sergeant: The soldiers looked around at each other before sending the three most heavily injured forward. The others would simply wait until they got back for healers to mend them. Those that weren't too badly hurt would gather what they needed, tearing off nearby vines and ripping some pieces of fabric from their uniforms. "You...You won't get away with th-mmpf!" The Dark Valkyrie tries to tell Johnathon before cloth is stuffed into her mouth. "Hold her down, get those arms up and tie them!" One of the soldiers shouts. They tie her up as she weakly struggles against her captors. The Dragon on the other hand is much easier to tie up since she is still unconscious.

Ser: Ophelia gives chase, but when back into the open, she raises her hands and DE starts pooling into a spherical shape. She's going to toss a huge amount of energy at him in one go and it's gaining mass rapidly. She's too far to hit, and too close to dodge this attack. Isaac is almost there, a silhouette can be seen in the sky.

Tikkit: "No, we...Isaac and I...handled it..." She says gripping her arm. "I never wanted it to come to this, but there was little choice available to me. Their commander is...she's dead too...When the rest of them wake up, they'll most likely scatter without some sort of leadership. I...we should head back to town. There's some things we need to discuss..." She says. She whistles and her horse gallops over to Elanor. "We should go..." Elanor mutters.