Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25038310-20160303163426/@comment-7203512-20160317192148

Aelwin hid, witnessing the gruesome sight. He watched Abello's blood pour from the cracks in his armor, tears rolling down young Hawksly's face. He tried to crawl up to his sword, not breaking eye contact with the dying knight, his trembling hands making it hard to grasp the sword's hilt.

Once Aelwin could hold his blade steadily enough to deliver a final blow to Abello, he stood up on his shaking knees and raised the sword aloft above his chest, glancing with pity and fear at the stranger, as blood kept painting his chestpiece crimson. He then sobbed and put the sword beside him. "S-sorry... I-I c-can't d-do this-s...", he whimpered, his voice shakier and lower than ever. Sickly Hawksly bent above Abello's once shiny cuirass, and put his hand on the knight's forehead, blubbering. "I-I c-can't... I-", Aelwin's blood dripped from the youngster's throat in a harsh hoop, adding a shade of dark red to Abello's armor, "I-", he kept coughing and fell beside the knight, blood filling his throat.

He managed to stand up on his trembling knees once again, "I...I-I don't w-want you t-to suf-fer...". He picked up his blade as he uttered those words, hoping that Abello would reply.

If he was still alive.