Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20151023161926/@comment-5543592-20151027005341

Pierre, in a Rikki's throes, seized her by the back of the neck and ruthlessly pressed the steaming flat of the dagger into her wound. The smell of burnt flesh instantly filled the air, but Pierre held the knife there, fighting Rikki's struggles. He pulled it back after a second or two, revealing the searing, but sealed flesh underneath.

He quickly slashed the straps of his cuirass- it was damaged beyond repair, anyway, and tore a long sheet cloth from his sleve, which he bound around Rikki's wound. When that was done, he gave her a look.

"You going to live?"