Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20181001230640/@comment-28358106-20181003000559

(Jorge) The blessed blade is no tool for surgery. Designed and enchanted to kill the nigh unkillable, it has seen its share of slaughter...but in this case, it becomes a tool of mercy.

The tip of the blade manages to puncture Tirush's hide, and just barely enough. There is a protracted and evil sounding hiss as the trapped air in her chest cavity is let out...and its effects are immediate. Tirush's rapid, labored breathing gradually slows as her lungs, no longer imprisoned by her own breath, are freed. She makes no move as the cut happens, showing that she is still deeply unconscious, and the deep rasp in her breath shows that there is still trapped fluid. Tirush makes no movement other than the change in her breathing pattern.

"She...she seems to be okay," Regina says shakily, looking down. She cradles Tirush's head in her hands, not moving her, but stroking the unwounded parts of her face. "Do I...I need to get...a-anything to h-help you?"