Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-30655593-20170417012540/@comment-30014014-20170417013731

''The crack of dawn appears in a nearby forest. The ground is littered with 'debris' of the soil. The trees, burnt down and ripped apart. Amidst them, lie two figures. One, chin down on the ground, his armor broken and ripped apart. A weapon lies beside him, devoid of power. It's dull.''

''The other one, nested on a tree. HIs armor is broken, shattered but holding. The man inside, not so much. Gashing punctures wet with red appear all around his armor. His breathing is ragged. Despite that, his eye is calm. His hands are trembling, from such blood loss. His legs in shamble. A small glyph is circling under his body. First aid healing. It's not going to be enough...''

"Hahahaha! Tell me, criminal, how does it feel to feel your life slip away?" ''mocked the chin down man. Even with numerous injuries over him, Roland still had the breath to gloat and mock his adversary. ..''