Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20170908205632/@comment-17114085-20171013121049

Inside Tyre's mind he heard a chuckle. "I know all about your previous duels, Imperial. Your mind is like an open book to me."

"If you won't, then I suppose I will." Taliesin muttered and slashed at Tyrennis as he attempted to circle him. He didn't move from his spot a few feet away from the Imperial, but his sword extended to reach the Colovian Knight.

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Max was suddenly jolted out of his trance. "Argh!" He groaned and noticed an arrow stuck in his chest next to his right shoulder.

His blizzard had just ended, despite it seeming like hours since that had happened. Taking the opportunity of his spell dissipating, the enemy archers fired their arrows at him.

The Breton raised his arms in a futile attempt to protect himself against the volley of arrows that were incoming.

"Grab on, milord!" A Breton Knight yelled, racing towards him on his horse.

When he passed by, he grabbed Max's arm and dragged him away from the arrows.

Max shook his head, it hurt as it tried to process reality once more. "I was trapped in some kind of illusion...some kind of torture realm." he muttered.