Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-30655593-20170510014710/@comment-31749612-20170511221458

''Whiskey flies back, eventually hitting the ground and rolling a few feet back. He simply groaned in pain as he looked at the creature approaching him. Fear would fill his mind as he thought this was the end.''

''He closed his eyes for a moment as he felt some blood come out from his mouth. Noticing he wasn't dead, he opened his eyes. He groaned in pain once more as he looked at The Masked Man.''

''One of his hands fire would turn blue as he used it to grab the Wooden man's hand. Once standing, the fire would turn red again.''

''He wipes the blood from his mouth. "That thing defintiely packs a punch..." He thought.''

Whiskey: "T- Thanks." ''He sounded hurt, but he wouldn't let pain cause him to give up so easily. Of course, since he was thrown back, his ankle would bleed more, so he did a very quick, but poor bandage job before gripping his Lance tight, ready for another attack.''

''He then looks at the Masked Man. ''

Whiskey: "G- Good thing my hands are fire." He jokingly said this before diverting his attention back to the creature.