Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-32885213-20171120220818/@comment-33719112-20171125042609

He grunted slightly in pain as he felt the strange method of healing applied on him. It was the only indication that he could feel anything, his grunts. Grateful for the strange feeling of just being a bag of bones leaving his body, he brought his leg close to his chest, checking the skin. A patch of pure white where the bioregenerative tissue was. He swiftly reattached his armor, and began to let himself up, until he felt a gust of wind blow through him.

Immediately unsheathing his sword, he called out "DRAGON!"

Or, he tried to. This place had really robbed him of what was important. His leg felt shaky, but good enough to stand on. With this new healing potion, he should be able to recover within the hour, under the sun.

He slapped the sword against his thigh twice, a clank clank of a challenge issued to the monster, whom he pointed his sword at.

Instinct had overtaken his senses, but through the haze of trained senses, he saw that what TJK had informed him wasn't untrue, that the dragon had fallen out of the sky to... Be with her lover, or so it appeared. Strange, but he kept his stance firm and his eyes locked on his target, not even sparing a glance when Zatt had come back with an incredibly important 'thing.' It wasn't important right now, what was, was dealing with the monster.

He wouldn't let his comrades be hunted down by a dragon again, no matter what form of trickery they might use.