Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20160524211446/@comment-5543592-20160527201538

Wonderful. Scire thought dryly. Roasted alive, what a way to go.

He had managed to get halfway to his feet before the flames effectively cooked him. He let out a choked scream as if he felt his flesh boil and managed to toss himself from the fire, the left side of his armor smoking, luckily the thick fabric had not caught fire but it hadn't stopped his leg and arm from being effectively boiled inside their own skin.

He took one step, before his other leg refused to move and he tettered over and face planted. Pain shot up his side as his cracked rib sharply protested, and Scire just lay in a heap, not sure he could move anymore if he wanted to.