Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25038310-20160303163426/@comment-7203512-20160318150246

Aelwin clenched his hand, as the flames kept bursting around his besmirched, skinny fingers. He stretched his shuddering arm towards Abelkain. He could release at any time, and a fiery ball would scorch the madman's head, probably letting the group gain an upper hand in this clash, but he was hesitant. The young Breton was never someone who had a stiff upper lip; he broke in tears once again as Abelkain dragged the mutilated knight towards the door. Unable to bear the roasting heat of the blaze within his hand, he lowered his arm and dropped a lighting-quick flame, sending it down along table he was leaning on an leaving a burnt trail where the fire landed.

Aelwin glanced at Abelkain; the latter would always look at Hawksly with a hint of disgust and probably even hate. Aelwin gave the hooded murderer the very same look, his quivering voice uttering, "W-why?.."