Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20181211225019/@comment-30014014-20181226193941

"How...peculiar" The man in the wall stands at the precipice of the construct "This one really wishes to have a personal count, does he? To think he assumes I've no way of surmounting this little obstacle. So be it...let us play along..."

Prad, on the other hand, as nothing less than utter panic. Whatever strain of power he was lended to by his 'spectator' it was no more. He truly felt like a lamb among monsters, with no true manner of elf-defense "What? What?! Why me alone? I'm already wounded, now I have nothing for protection!"

His dagger was still at his room, the only relic he could rely on outside of the man in the wall, but he didn't even have that either. His head frantically spins left and right, a sheer panic in his heart at the thought of being picked on, his measure of confidence gone with his the source of his power refusing to act.