Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-19164168-20161212045904/@comment-24530992-20161218140310

The boy rolled out of the way, his heart racing. He didn't know what else to do.

"N-No, please!" He whined, pulling his sword from his back and setting it on the ground. "I-I didn't want this!"

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The Breton was fading in and out of consciousness rapidly. It had seemed the poison used against him wasn't extremely potent, but it still had some form of effect. He tilted his head to let the blood drain from his mouth, his breaths short and abrupt. Stauntax tried to reach for one of the blade hilts sticking from his back, but obviously, was too weak. He fell unconscious once more.