Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5824038-20141122173629/@comment-25038310-20141206132148

Sander looked around, surprised at what had happened. He could see a figure running in the distance out of the cavern, but surprisingly, didn't do much effort to follow her.

" The farmer's son has lowered his blade,

  Of his former self, only a shade,

His nemesis still lives, so perhaps it's not too late, 

  He may return home, with a life murdered and another gained "

The sword stopped its verse when Sander looked at Jackson, who surprisingly, still lived. A nearly dead lump of flesh, bones and legs crushed. He was sitting long out in a pool of fuel around him. He was gesturing Sander to come closer.