Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24685738-20140416010717/@comment-5735114-20140417005001

(Sorry for disturbing ye, Lord King.)

Tyranil recoiled from the unexpected stab, but soon grabbed the Nord's wrist and shoved it away from him, taking the syringe with it. He didn't suspect much poison reached his blood, but he did have slight urges to surrender to the superior force. Shrugging it off, Tyranil flapped his wings loudly, causing him to glide back a few feet and aim the bow between the Nord's eyes. "It does seem, as though...", Tyranil paused for a second, to fight another surge of the potion's effects. "... you've run out of lies."