Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25038310-20160303163426/@comment-25038310-20160317215917

Dunistair's lightning bolt hit Abelkain right against his pauldron, knocking him back briefly. However, he did manage to dodge the thrust, leaning slightly to the left as Dunistair passed him.

Abelkain seized this moment in order to make the knight trip by grabbing and guiding his sword arm towards the ground, paired with his own brute strength to pin him against the ground.

"You idiot! I am trying to help you! Think! Why would he leave you alone with the black gem?! Why would he leave you all so early at dawn?!" Abelkain asked, trying to reason with the knight.

He did however get ready to grab his own iron longsword, which was within the reach of his hand in case someone was not willing to listen to words.

Abello slowly sobbed as he tried to get himself to sit upright. However, everytime he placed his hands on a surface he would instantly feel the pain paired with the further dislocating of his fingers.

He was also slowly bleeding out, as his leg had not been patched up yet by anyone.

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Fyr would encounter some of the peasants around the house in a small number. They had not noticed him, but the smoke did attract others in larger amounts from other parts of the town.