Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20150812154412/@comment-6006054-20150814163257

Kjalek rose shakily from the ground, his torn lung leaking blood. He took a shuddering breath. This felt familiar. He drew his dagger, leaving his sword where it lay. He turned around and wrapped his left arm around Rivborg. He panted.

"Killing things... with a crossbow I don't have... anymore. Not dying... when I should..." He sputtered.

He stabbed Rivborg in the stomach with the dagger. He wrenched it free with a lurching gasp, and plunged it twice more into the bandit leader's chest. He limpy slumpt to the ground, his strength and lifeblood leaking away from him.