Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20180220143037/@comment-24510587-20180224181236

Tyre had taken off his tabard and shred it into pieces, which he'd applied to the stumps of his legs in order to stop the bleeding. He was sat up by the edge of the roof, looking down at the foggy and grey spectacle below.

"Do you see that?" He said to Anara, gesturing at the ongoing battle. "Your army is being torn to shreds. Your defeat here is at hand."