Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27736349-20170603204216/@comment-31336039-20170813152459

Since no one seemed determined to come and finish him, Némésis rose up painfully before putting a hand to his forehead. An equimose was already beginning to form and he knew it.

"..." he hissed slightly between his teeth before he pulled up his hood and dusted it off. Then he looked for the person responsible for the accident, if it existed.