Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-67.86.204.15-20140624222418/@comment-29458028-20140707133022

Sorin Steelfang moved back into Markath to catch his breath. He had killed perhaps 300 reachmen single handedly, but the enemy didn't seem to want to give in. Zero and the new girl were blocking the Fosworn quite well, so they didn't need his help now. He would check on Alyssa before returning. The guards seemed to have rather clumsily placed her on a bench.

Alyssa awoke slowly. The pain and disorientation that came with overuse of her power had faded, although she knew accessing those powers again would be fatal. Sorin Steelfang came into her sight and he returned the sword, saying "Well, that was not very tactical, was it? I nearly got killed trying to get you out of the middle of those reachmen!"

"You saved me nonetheless. I'll return to battle now."

"Nevermind Alyssa, rest. I don't want to be responsible for your death."

"Sorin..."

"What?" snapped Sorin Steelfang. This was wartime, not time for confessions or romance. He actually felt something for the girl, but he wouldn't confess in a thousand years. Mortals and vampires were not meant to crossbreed.

"Don't get yourself killed either, OK?"

"Fine!" replied Sorin Steelfang, returning to the frontlines

(@SwornKnight: Well, I'll have to stop here today. I won't have much time for the rest of the week due to commitments, so you can control my characters when you are online, just don't get them killed. Thanks. I'll be back everyday for a small window and I can only write so much on the weekend. D:)