Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20191114020701/@comment-7262318-20191115204332

Garran was lying face down on the ground, grunting in pain as he tried to drag himself to his feet. "God... Malacath's ballsack, is there anything else that wants to kill us today?!" He spat, blood beginning to drip into the dirt.

"Garran, stay still!" Alvoran ordered, hopping off his horse. "Let me try and heal you!"

"Hurry!" Garran roared. "God dammit all!"