Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26052600-20160117153631/@comment-26852465-20160123075008

The white aura around Lyle caused the wounds he sustained to heal back up at an alarming rate. When a sword cut him, in the next instant, it wasn't an open wound, but a scabbed up one. He made no effort to block or evade, flinging his arms towards the spider's mask, and sparking the flint and steel.

Despite his wounds rapidly healing, his blood was beginning to noticably drip and pool under him.