Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-19164168-20161229041106/@comment-32420582-20170105123646

Arcann had landed on his side, with his sword lying in the ground next to him as the flames which engulfed his body had been forcibly pulled away. He let out a groan of discomfort from falling over in armour and pushed himself into a sitting position.

He pulled off his helmet and threw it to the ground in front of him, before cradling his head. He seemed too dazed to comprehend what the inhabitant said. The aftermath of being forced out of the 'form' he took wasn't exactly pleasant; his skin was red like he had been sunburnt badly, while his skin had started to crack and peel away while the raw flesh beneath the skin was exposed with a small amount of blood trickling out of the cracks.