Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20140206023248/@comment-6006054-20140206040955

Nahlgaaf tried to clamber to his feet, instinctivley using his right arm to push himself up. He crumpled to the ground with a moan as the shattered bones grinded together.

Kjalek got the crossbow into his right hand, it was heavey, and the wind and bloodloss was not helping. He pointed it at Olaf. "Get off him kinsman."