Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20190303210034/@comment-27550231-20190409232450

The world spun as Jorge gasped for air, his breastplate caved in and bones broken.

"This... Is but a a a setback." The knight groaned as he finally landed face first. He grasped at his chest only to find that the damaged are was gone and his breathing unchanged. He was used to his goddess healing him throughout battle but this was not her work. Though she tried she could not heal him as rapidly as this. Never in his years of service had she worked this quickly nor had been this silent. He would always heard a faint voice in the distance speaking, praying in another language but this time it was awfully silent. All he could hear were his thoughts. His thoughts. His thoughts.

As he got up from the ground he noticed his blade not far from him and collected it, looping his hand through the strap as to not lose it again.

"I did not see you as the type to offer mercy! Why do we not call this a draw and go our own ways? I am more than certain that you have more important things to do than fight us mortals. I know that I have more important things to do than be here!"

Again he began his steady climb up the hill to Paramool, his free hand searching for something in the many pouches on his belt.