Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20151108001053/@comment-5583506-20151109233504

Danric had far too late realised he had just turned his back on a spellcaster. Though he managed to dodge the incomimng bolt of flames, it grazed his sides, leaving a nasty burn that ate its way into his leather coat.

He groaned. ''That coat will need some stitching... and the wounds will need some ointment...''

He turned to face the man in fancy clothing, lunging onto him with his blade at the ready; aiming to strike at his heart.