Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20150519235325/@comment-6006054-20150529033513

Ekrun kept his face still as he felt his shattered cheekbone and rended flesh knit back together. Eventually, his vision sharpened from pulsing blur and returned to normal. Once the poultice had done its work he rose to his feet, and retrieved his undamaged greatsword. The weapon seemed to have been utterly indifferent to the blast. Ekrun leaned on the blade, using it to support himself. Once he caught his breath he would see if the others needed help.