Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20180310221203/@comment-30014014-20180426061147

Second after second, the boy continues to praddle, only to realize the futility of his very basic curing proprieties. He sighs in defeat, scouring the plains with sight. Obviously, carrying the huge man was out of question, considering his slightly feeble frame. Healing as well, as demonstrated by the inability to go far.

Aid it would be. He knew who to call upon. The only other he could muster the will to talk to. His eyes start searching for Alburn, the rifleman. He would have to be quick to track him down, as the aftermath of his overextended use of lightning was coming back to him with searring pain creeping up to his arms. Use of his power cut away with each second, but he did not want to leave the man's side yet. A minuscule amount he could use, as a signal flare, if only he could find the rifleman...