Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20150519235325/@comment-6006054-20150603201133

Ekrun strapped his claymore to his back once more. He would interfere if the fight was won and the mistake of gloating was being made again. Blood continued seeping from his stomach wound. Crimson rivulets flowed steadily, and Ekrun was feeling faint. He drank one ofthe potions he had purchased earlier. The bleeding slowed to sporadic dripping. Better than what it had been. He decided to save the rest of his potions for later.