Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1592115-20150514052002/@comment-25038310-20150522171529

Rudolf's head spun almost 100 degrees when the firebolt hit his helmet, which staggered him briefly. The impact was rather severe, and had left a sore feeling in his neck and spine. He was coated in the blood of beasts, and had returned from his hunt.

He still held onto his sword in his left hand, and the blade had been dragged with one hand all the way from a nearby house.

His other hand seemed to have been twisted, as a piece of bone was sticking out his lower arm, close to his elbow. He obviously fought with a rather strong beast.. or hunter.

He cracked his neck, before facing Cyrus from afar. Although he wore a helmet, one could guess he was either grinning or angered.. or a sickening combination of those two emotions.

He gurgled, as he spit some blood on the ground, which also coated the lower part of his helmet close to his mouth with the dark red substance.

He was already heavily injured, but he didn't seem to want to stop fighting yet.