Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20170804001432/@comment-31336039-20170808180742

Ragna discovered a John in a pitiful condition. Under his tattered white t-shirt, many dirty wounds were apparent. The skin had been torn from several places and dry blood seem to have soak all the way to the belt.

His face was bruised, blood had dried on his lips and chin. One last detail was his left leg, which clearly shacked.

John did not answer right away. He lowered his wanna-be javelin, before taking a more comfortable position for his leg, the makeshift spear at the ready.

"... Ragna?" The man tried, clasping his spear with scratched hands. He seemed to calm down for a moment before a noise made him jump. Sending him back into a state of paranoia.