Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31049256-20171111145041/@comment-27550231-20171115010118

(S9/Red team?)

Jorge lay motionless against the tree as limp and silent as a recently slain lamb. Had she or anyone attemped to listen for breath or his hear they would hear a shallow putter and the occasional breath. Inside his mind the few beam of light flickered like weak fireflies in a laylte summer's night, their purpose fufilled and their life forfeit.

But there was still something stirring, Yuria moved about searching for her master and the wretch. How could this happen? Theres no way that her healing could cause this? If she doesn't find them they may be in danger of being caught and loosing! She would never see this Nezon her master spoke of. He would never see Nezon... Yuria hears something outside, its dragging him. Is it too late? Have they failed? No. She could not let this happen. If her master was not here then she would take his place until his return! The other MT did so. Then why couldt she?

Yuria attempts to move her master's body and feels a resonant twitch in her fingers. Then again. And once more.


 * Worry not my lordship. I shall lead us to victory. I shall fight in year stead!

With all her might she nudges his head to look at the assailant when something grasps her very core. And then just like her master it sends her to all fours leaving her cold and powerless.