Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20150519235325/@comment-25038310-20150528180309

"Thomas!" Jaffina said, attempting to run towards him.

Jack widened his eyes, following Jaffina's example.

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Thomas fell on the ground, his conjured armor slowly dissapating like smoke, as well as the remnants of his broken lance.

He tried breathing slowy but surely, while covering up his wound with his arms, somewhat reducing the blood that slowly gushed out.

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Even Bjorn gazed at Thomas. He drew his sword, ready to engage the remaining ordinators.