Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20180708155351/@comment-17114085-20180815134952

When Bane destroyed the helmet, the armor staggered for a bit, lowering both arms. It was still alive, but seemed unresponsive.

The Knight jumped back, avoiding the shield hit. It then changed to a defensive stance and tried to circle around Argaeus, going towards his right to get out of he shield's defensive range.

The Spearman pulled his weapon out of Rigvar's neck, which was sealing itself thanks to Gwen's magic. It saw that its enemy was being healed and decided to try to finish him off quickly, going for another hit to the Skald's face through the opening on his helmet.

Rigvar, however, managed to use what strength he had to turn his head to the side, causing the spear to graze off the side of his dragonbone helmet harmlessly. He grunted and coughed, his throat was filled with blood from his wound so he couldn't shout. It hurt like nothing he'd felt before, but he could sense that the wound was sealing itself. If Gwen wasn't here I'd be dead now...thank the Gods that I managed to convince her to adventure with me.

The last Berserker, that Argaeus had sent into the hallway, was up. It walked back into the room and saw that its fellow berserkers were defeated. It suddenly touched the unresponsive berserker and that armor fell apart, the magic binding it together flowed into the last Berserker and the armor pieces from the unresponsive one's right arm flew up and rebuilt the last one's arm, making it whole again. Now it faced Bane, readying for an attack.