Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24449631-20140827094909/@comment-3293219-20140831152841

Oh sh- Nadira was cut off as the arrow hit her and she went flying back, landing on the floor with a thud, the wooden shaft of the arrow was now sticking out of her shoulder.

Azarath spun around, looking somewhat shellshocked at the Breton's misfortune, his eyes widened as he sawa her hit the ground.

"Nadi-"

Before he could finish, she started coughing, seething as she sat up and wrapped her hand around the arrow. She wanted to pull it out, like a tough guy, in one of those chivalry books but moving the thing an inch in any direction sent shooting pains through her torso. Best to leave it to the professionals...

"I'm fine!" She called out, coughing some more.

"Help them!"

Azarath looked around and saw the reanimated Necromancer, stumbling towards Elana, he figured that this was a good a time as any to use that necromancer's staff and see what it does. He fired it at the shambler, giving it a slight flick and seeing a red beam of sorts leave the staff head and engulf the risen Necromancer. Azarath felt the burns in his chest heal and he immediately figured out that it must be a drain-life spell.

"He's gettin' weaker, smash his head in!"