Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20150420010641/@comment-5543592-20150421192808

Dacian cracked his neck, and tried to wipe the blood from his brow, but only smeared it with more blood. To say he was displeased was an understatement. He carefully stepped around the several dead bodies, those foolish enough to try and finish the job that the mist had started, including those who had tried to go for Isaiah, Aratius, or any of the others.

There was a largely superficial slash just below his left pectoral muscle and a puncture wound in his right bicep  Dacian didn't really care. As long as he could still move he would catch up to Kay's captors. He could 'feel' exactly where his medallion was. He would find the people who took her- and end them.

Dacian made his way in that direction, augmenting his speed with levitation.