Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31049256-20171111145041/@comment-28358106-20171203220212

(Scorn/Flame/S9) "Rules??" Cirelle straightens up, clutching her staff. "You've already broken the rules by just coming here! You don't get to pick whatever you want to do this round just because you feel like it!  You're SUPPOSED to be HIDING!"

Eothred pulls his head back and grunts as Despoina moves the potion to his mouth, pushing her hand away.

"That does it!" he growls, wiping the blood from his face onto his gauntleted hand. "This bloody contest wasn't ever meant to be fair. Look at them!  You think this Band is going to force them to follow the rules, the way they forced us to?  Well, I'm not going to get kicked around like some damned sparring dummy."

He grabs the snapped reins of his horse with one hand, and snatches the potion from Despoina with the other, thinking it to be a healing potion. "I'm out. The lot of you can figure out the rest without me.  I've had enough." His steps slow and aching, he begins to lead his horse away.