Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20190114001113/@comment-30014014-20190201045906

'You wish to see the boy battered and bruised. To see him suffer for his mantle of illusion..."'

The toss had by an unknown mean, see that the shroud tethered to his visage is undone, forcing his possessed expression out for the world to see. A visage of placidity...laced sideway with a harrowing grin of a man presented with the psychological humiliation of another "His only anchor now physically seeks trauma from the lamb as well as mental. I can respect that, man of order, although, I warn you, for he is unprepared for the sudden synapse of pain you've just inflicted now..."

The shadow of an anguished man washed on the wall is pull apart by its feet, tanked forcefully at its dismay, back to its genesis as another takes its place, placed underneath Prad's inert body. One that last not as his head suddenly jolt back, as if hsi body had just now picked up on the violent toss "Hrrrk!"

Heavy breathing steams from his nose, somewhat broken, yet not bleeding. Confused and harrowed, he turns to his left, to his right and behind, seeing naught but the man who tossed him "W-what?"

"He has given in to your request, but the task will be bought in pain. You owe him the pain you suffer this very moment and he is not one to walk for his due..."

"What? I...What?" Slowly, the puzzle assembles in his head. The words of his will to get himself sheltered, his promise...

Decrepited, he slowly plants an arm on the tile. Then the other. They stretch as much as battered arms can, lethargic to the feet squirming for a spot to anchor themselves. Groans seep out his replaced shroud as he very gradually straightens his back, to find himself standing. An unprepared toss is a deadly attack, one quick to test his body.