Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24123288-20150325215538/@comment-3293219-20150327235535

Asgarne slowly tilted his head, wondering if this Lich was suicidal, he wasn't aware of his ability to shift, once killed. The Nord, disgusted with Dacian for proving to be a constant thorn in his side, placed his left hand on his shattered cheek and gently pushed him aside and let him keel over, to his right, so that he may proceed and kill his target. The fool would probably die from his injuries anyway, it would be a slow end but he would recieve death eventually...

Arrietty gasped and knelt down beside him, holding onto the Lich's shoulders, constantly calling to him, to keep him conscious.

"S-Spooky!" She gasped, kneeling beside him and frantically looking at his wounds, it looked grim, even to her.

"D-Don't die on me, please, I can't lose you to!" The Breton yelled over the light 'thud' of Asgarne's boots as he slowly approached them.