Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20180615005427/@comment-30014014-20180724235759

His bandages are bound deeper than ever in his lacerated flesh. His mind still battles for retention of consciousness against the unrelenting assault of overlapping pain one after another.

Then he hears it...

Everything. His mind formates gymnastics simply to allow himself a lean from behind the jagged tree among others. Prad sees the man rid himself of the undead he hunted. "That's rough...even as our enemies, that is plain excessive..." He speaks, devoid of his frenzy, allowing for a solitary moment of empathy for one who would have given him none.

Then, the scream. Another sundered. Prad ceases his leaping as his body can't take too much. He closes his eyes "I know how it's like. Maybe she can..."