Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20180615005427/@comment-27550231-20180702013327

Darkness. Darkness and a loud high pitched ring was all he could see and hear. His head throbbed his neck felt stiff and his ribs felt surprisingly better. His senses began to slowly return when Armata landed beside him but only to the point where he could only make out blurry shapes and muffled sounds.

With a groan the tin man rose from the ground bringing what remained of the sword up to his head, rubbing the small dent that now blunted the top right corner of his helm.

"I dont don't know who or what you are but since you didn't attack me outright I'm still alive. Just give me a moment to... What the hell am I holding?"