Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26052600-20160117153631/@comment-26852465-20160123203114

"Wait, who's a moron, me? Or that guy?" Lyle decided to answer his own question, pulling the  swords out of his body without so much as a grunt of pain.

"Yeah, he must be pretty stupid, picking a fight with me. I've had more of a challenge trying to break into Order headquarters..." Lyle was bleeding everywhere... yet he seemed so full of life. "This one time, they actually cut off my arm. It hurt for a while.. but I kept it with me.. then the Order guys started screaming stuff at me, like 'What in the blazes!? How the F are you alive? You don't even look hurt!' Well, I don't think they cut my arm off hard enough to kill me, y'know?" He sheathed his sword, preparing a healing spell with his hands. "They still wouldn't let me join the Order, though.. they kept saying I was breaking the law by entering their buildings after hours.."