Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20151101155319/@comment-5543592-20151101173457

(Scire: "Noooooooooooooooo!  So... horn... knee...")

Scire, about a minute later, arrived. He stopped a few feet out from the gate, hunched over his knees, and took heavy breaths.

"This is where you take pity on me." He wheezed.