Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24449631-20140909202110/@comment-24449631-20140911202838

Rowan had already pulled his sword out the moment the orc raised his two handed claymore but it seemed there was no need for it at all.

As the orc in front of him burned to death, he burned as if there was magnesium vapours on him. Quickly and deadly, the flames spread to every concievable point of his body.

Rowan could feel the sudden heat glow on his face as he shielded himself from it. Looking though his fingers and squinted eyes as the orc and his cronies suffered a debilitating agonising death.

"Wh-what?"

Riamide made herself visible again.

"You?!"

As the old woman looked at Rowan, he quickly realised something..

As quickly as he had drawn it he sheathed his sword and ran over to Myling.

"Myling!" he shouted, perhaps there still was a shred of life in her.