Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20180310221203/@comment-27550231-20180511050458

His movements are stiff, his left leg stays straight with his spine as he attempts to minimize the pain he felt when he moved.

"Yes! I'm not as spry as I used to be!"

Praetor reaches for his side as he yells, his previous injury worsened by the tackle and yelling.

'''"Gah... Yep. That's probably starting to feel like it's breaking. He you seen my sword? I last left it lodged in some vampire."

How much longer can we keep going on like this? How much longer can we fight in such a broken state?

'''As long as we have to. As long as we can really. We have to save Layoka...'''

Ne'zon flashes into his mind as he thinks of the little damphiphire. He sees her growing up, cooking her first meal, the day he first left. The day he last left.

I won't let her down this time.'