Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25038310-20160303163426/@comment-25038310-20160317172956

"Best you don't, if you know what's good for you." Abelkain replied as he walked over to Abelkain, placing his boot on Abello's stump.

The knight grunted, as he was unable to move further. He had barely moved an inch - his hands' condition had worsened, due to trying to use them to crawl away. He briefly looked up at Aelwin, as crimson liquid slowly made his way through the small holes in his helmet. He muttered a brief 'please' before he was dragged back to his original spot as he muttered to himself.

"This man tried to slow all of you down. Halt your process." He continued, his voice muffled due to the rags he used to cover his face aside from his hood.

"No, no.. I didn't want to.. I didn't.." Abello coughed some blood, in a similar manner to sickly Hawksly. "I didn't mean to, PLEASE!" He begged for his life, as he tried folding his hands together as if he was praying to something or someone. However, he only jammed his fingers which made him cry out for pain. "He's lying, He's lying..." He added sadly. "He's lying he's lying he's lying he's lying..!" He repeated frantically, terribly afraid, not only of Abelkain but now also of the group of Undead, fearing that they would side with his attacker.