Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20160903233916/@comment-25808351-20160905023251

As I watch Alcamarie speak, I suddenly feels a sharp pain strike my side. I looks down to see a blessed dagger, buried deep in my stomach. Conrad rolls me on to my back and yanks the dagger out. He holds it high above his head ready to plunge it elsewhere, an excited look on his face. Suddenly, a red blur grabs Conrad's hand, it is Armata. He holds back Conrad's strike and then tosses Conrad straight at Victivius.

(Ok Doc, give Conrad his badass last moments.)