Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24685738-20170813151003/@comment-25828117-20190604110836

Olren got what he asked for and yet, he felt dissatisfied. Like he had given up, not proven himself.

With a grimace on his face and quietly cursing to himself he climbed back down. In the last couple of meters the distractions and tiredness in her arms mounted, and instead of pushing off during my the jump down, he slid down the boulder with his palms still flat against the rock. A burning heat tore open his hands.

The youth's eyes widened when he landed on both feet but felt his heart beat in his hands. The skin was gone. A red wound with tiny stones pushed in his flesh remained.

Ollie didn't cry or yell but moan he did, and dance around, trying to shake off the pain.