Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20160524211446/@comment-5543592-20160526222101

Scire had been launched off his feet, sent flying backwards, and hit the wall with a painful impact. Pain immediately shot up his spine as he landed on the ground with a thump and his vision dimmed as he slumped over, feeling incredily wozy.

It took him a few moments to regain his senses, blinking a few times to calibrate, before sitting up a bit. Black Bow was still clutched tightly in his left hand, the knuckles around it shown white.

He slowly sat up right, and shifted his way onto his right hand to push himself onto his feet, and immediately felt a stabbing pain at the bottom of his chest and his back protested in agony, not ready to move just yet. He dropped back into a sitting position with a thump and prodded at where the stabbing pain had originated. A broken or cracked rib for sure, the split where it had likely collided with the wall, trapped between his innards and the stone.

Scire let out a groan and just let himself slump into a more comfortable position.