Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25038310-20160529172721/@comment-25038310-20160719151433

The inn, outside of being barren, was also on the verge of being destroyed.

A large boulder, hailing from the top of the High Wall, landed and destroyed the foundations of the building, causing it to collapse, missing Benyamin and Fyr by a hair.

The Dismal Saint used telekinesis and his keen eyesight to assault the undead from afar.

"What are you doing, you fools?! " the Brass Knight yelled with drawn halberd.

"The fight is elsewhere and not in a damn inn, you nincompoods!"

With that, the Brass Knight darted off towardsthe direction of the belltower, to the place where they had accessed the High Wall.

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Two Black Knights continued beating down on the groupm a good number of them had been killed, yet this only seemed to anger them further, causing them to be become even more agressive.

A volley of fireballs rained down upon the Undead yet again, severely harming Katla, clearly in need of help.

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The volley of arrows ceased, as silent ripples of water appeared once again, indicating that their opponents had moved out.

Abello gurgled as muck entered his basquin and blood exited his mouth, drowning in the two liquids as the arrow was lodged in his throat. The crimson hue was clearly increasing the weapon's potency in one way or another, as it had managed to pierce through the fine armor of the poet.

Josephine hesitated for a moment as she witnessed the gruesome sight; her eyes widening as she looked at the man who died a horribly slow and painful death. She failed to find the strength to walk over and end his suffering, or even to aid him. She felt like weeping, or screaming, but there was not even a peep.

Aerzed was still somewhere, yet out of sight. He had no time to care for the poor fellow.