Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20150302024219/@comment-5543592-20150304023927

Lorcan picked up speed, the claws springing out, and he sprinted towards Kazrris and Ja'Keil's position. Right when his rage hit it's peak, his vision failed, his head swam, and hit felt a wave of nausea. He stumbled a few steps, losing speed in large incriments, a crumpled to one knee. He felt his shoulder around he wound. It hadn't healed yet. He furrowed his brow and focused on it. Heal... heal... heal...  Slowly, the wound closed. He rolled his shoulder and turned his head to look at it. There was a red mark where the bolt had hit. Whoever had shot him hadn't intended to kill him right away. He began a slow jog towards the shooter's position. They'd likely fled by now, but he wanted to look for evidence of whom had done it.