Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20150302024219/@comment-5543592-20150304025329

The second bolt ran through Lorcan's arm, again colliding with thick, armor-like bone. He yanked out the bolt, stumbling, again, as waves of nausea and pain hit him. His blood flow was oddly slowed as it oozed out of the wound. He leaned his shoulder into a tree, pausing. Lorcan caught the cats' scent though, and he immediately picked up their trail. He went stumbling in their direction, using trees to balance himself. He could tell his power was failing. Normally it was automatic, but if he needed to, he'd have to control it, in order not to waste what he had left. First time he'd be doing that in a few centuries.