Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20140119184840/@comment-12599067-20140121035947

(Perhaps so, but I do enjoy wreaking havoc. It's a horribly bad habit of mine.)

Makoru slowly reverted to his normal form, his Nightingale armor in tatters. A nasty gash tore through his armor on his left shoulder, and a massive bite mark from the duneripper's jaws was clearly visible on his chest and back. The wounds seemed pale in comparison to the warm sand, and they had a sickly appearance about them. He made no attempt to make get to his feet, as he was unconscious and it would be many hours before he woke up again... if he even woke up at all.

Jack, who was mostly unharmed, stepped over to the defeated behemoth and winced upon seeing Makoru's wounds. He had seen bad injuries before, but this was not like any common sword wound or broken bone. Makoru had said something about dunerippers being venomous, so these injuries would set them even farther behind schedule. Part of him was tempted to just leave him at one of the many wilderness shelters that could be found in the wilds of Hammerfell, but he didn't want to risk angering the witch. He settled for gently picking him up and heading in the direction he had last seen Anwen driving the carriage.

(I must go. G'night all.)