Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26052600-20160117153631/@comment-26852465-20160118070900

Lyle forced the scythe away.

"I'm the kind of guy that can come to a comprimise... did you at least have fun, fighting?"

His bleeding arm began to glow white... probably readying another divine spell.. the glow here didn't seem as aggressive as the glow with his holy bolts.

"I have a heal spell primed and ready.. just say if you thought it was a good scrap or no, if you're not sorry for trying to kill me."