Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-19164168-20180122052739/@comment-24530992-20180308031432

"This is some dark magic," Dravenar commented, sighing. "I can try one more thing, but if it doesn't work, we'll have to wait for the other human to come back and do whatever he had in mind..."

Putting his hands together, a rune appeared on the floor. He then shut his eyes, a golden aura emanating from the rune and his hands and into Aia's body in an attempt to cleanse whatever magic had taken its place in her body.

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Stauntax dodged several knives, but some grazed him and a few found themselves lodged in his armor and body. He pulled one stuck in his leg out, throwing it back in the direction it came. He traced a few of the knives back to their origins as well, hacking and slashing at the invisible assassins before setting a twisting path down to protect him from any more up close attacks. He looked almost deranged, with blood seeping through various wounds on his body as well as the scattered deep blue veins popping through his skin. It was obvious he was unwilling to yield, standing his ground even though his body felt as if it were on fire.