Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140116231609/@comment-5735114-20140120180414

The Soldiers were emotionless beings of Oblivion, obedient shells of people. They were beyond fear. The nausea, however, did affect them, and most of them stopped in their tracks until the figure foolishly cured them. Two particularly resilient soldiers tried a slash at the figure, but both missed.

Tyranil grumbled as C'laro ran away, and decided that today would indeed be a good day for a fight. Using C'laro's vision to help, Tyranil eventually got the right place, and teleported in front of C'laro, summoning his wings immediately and hovering an inch or two in the air.

"Going somewhere?"