Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20150307233515/@comment-5543592-20150309003005

"Don't hurt yourself!" He called after her.

Perdix unstrapped his armor with a groan and pulled the coat over his head. He pulled the bracers off too and let them drop. He was only wearing his tunic now, and it was stained with blood. The cloth had matted to his abdominal wall, which Perdix admired- the muscles, not the blood. He most certainly was not a sadist. When he'd first joined the guild he'd strived to be the pinnacle of physical shape. It helped for getting in strenous hiding places, like hanging from the rafters. Now he was pretty impressed with himself. He wasn't burly, just fit and well-toned. Which is why he was worried about all the blood he was losing through the hole in his stomach. There wasn't much of the stuff in him. He let his legs dangly off the side of the bed and lay back, laying across the bed the wrong way. His head hung over the side and he looked at the world upside down.

"All the blooooood is ruushhhing to my heeeeaaddd." He droned to himself. He was getting a little dilerious.