Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20190929011112/@comment-7262318-20190930124821

Alvoran began to panic. His blood was covering the floor underneath him and he could barely move his legs now. Summoning all the strength he had left, he managed to roll the heavy nord off of himself and scoot back towards the wall. Using a few of the stones that were sticking out, he took hold and hoisted himself up onto his feet for only a second, before they entirely gave out and he crumpled right back to the ground.

"... Not... like this..." He muttered to himself. Blood still oozing from the open cut in his abdomen, he began to desperately try and drag himself back through the way he came. Though Lysilde was more than likely dead and that other bandit was still stalking the shadows, his chances were slim.

"Yenith..." He muttered weakly as his vision began to go hazy