Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24510587-20190219030909/@comment-7262318-20190220035600

With one final tug, Meyline yanked the spear out of her leg with cry of agony. She rolled onto her side as pain shot through her leg and up through her abdomen.

As tears involuntary rolled down from her cheeks, she raised her head up to see where Graicus stood. Through the torrent of rain, she could make out his figure standing with his back to the cliff, with the Forsworn general behind him. Realizing his predicament, Meyline reached back out for her spear and took hold of blood-coated shaft.

"Come on... Come on, Mey... get up..." She hissed at herself, willing herself to her foot. She used the spear to set herself up on her behind, and then hoist herself up fully onto her one good leg. The other leg dragged behind her, blood trickling down it and leaving a watery crimson trail in the mud behind her as she willed herself forward.

"Keep him busy, Graicus..." She groaned, her feet and voice hidden by the downpour over their heads.