Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20141107033353/@comment-11457306-20141116060459

Kasra felt the first arrow whiz by her head, deflected the next with her armored forearm, then felt the third sink into her thigh. She screamed in pain and sent out her largest blast of fire yet, which crisped a large number of the foe but left her completely drained of magicka. She dropped to her uninjured hip and rolled off the table, then pulled it over on its side, kicking the bench out of the way. Her thigh screamed with burning agony.

Conall backed toward her, fending off the skeletons in a purely defensive posture now, simply intent on keeping them away from Kasra.

"How bad is it?" he yelled at her over the din of battle.

"Bad enough!  I'm out of magicka, can't get to my bow!"

"Stay down!"

Kasra thought that the stupidest command she'd ever heard, but she appreciated the care that went with it. She wasn't going anywhere.