Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20141127202735/@comment-12599067-20150105235337

Lorcan was surprised to find that, as pacifistic and generally non-violent as Clarent seemed, he wasn't a pushover. One moment Lorcan had a fist aimed at his face, the next he found himself being thrown backwards. Hard. He hit the wall with a very audible crack, causing the wind to be knocked right out of him. It seemed likely that he might have broken a few ribs and his head was alive with pain, dulling his thought process and making his vision somewhat fuzzy.

"If this is who the 'Great Uniter' sends to collect information, I can see why he's not very popular back home," Clarent said cooly, holding one arm up to keep Lorcan pinned to the wall with telekinesis. He turned his attention to Braum, Kasra, and Lorcan, and his other hand snapped and crackled with electricity. "If any of you even think about laying a finger on me, I can assure you that it will not end well. Are we quite clear on that?"