Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-14139769-20140831041126/@comment-29458028-20140831121035

Corentin flew to the top of the tower, before Meridia withdrew the extra powers feeding into him. His wings dissipated as he fell to the floor, his spear returning to it's form as a dagger. He felt emotionally drained, for his power was returned for only such a short time.

Corentin walked over to the wounded old man, a mage by the look of it. A mage that could be useful to his crusade against the blood mages. He ignored the kid he saw earlier and used his magic to try to heal the old man. (he has heal other. You can decide if it works or not.)

(If the blood mages were not such wimps, you would have seen Corentin use his ultimate attack, which is something way more epic...)