Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140217201750/@comment-5735114-20140219233513

(The arrows aren't like wood on fire. They're pretty much actual fire.)

The Soldier smirked. Apparently unnoticed to the fairy, the arrow had left a pitch-black burn mark on her shoulder. If lefted untreated, any shadow injury would eventually corrupt the whole being.

A cluster of four more arrows went flying at the fairy this time, two aimed at her legs, and two at her wings. Now that the Soldier had the chance to corrupt, it wasn't about to kill.