Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25038310-20160405011238/@comment-7203512-20160421025550

Aelwin charged up a flame bolt in his hand, stretching the arm in an attempt to aim while holding the shortsword close to his chest. A miryad of footsteps echoed out from different directions, and Aelwin uttered a yell addressed at no one in particular:

"S-some g-" a bloody cough interrupted him, "s-some g-guidance w-woul-ld be nice-e!.."

He then heard a growl of sorts coming from his right. Clenching his fist to tame the fire, he executed a downward swing before the blade stuck, having cut through a soldier's shoulder down to the collarbones by the sound of it.