Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24449631-20140905103828/@comment-5543592-20140907185621

Fritjolf put himself between Emarrel and Azarath, taking the pommel himself. In response he gripped her shoulders and pushed her back, a dribble of blood coming from the corner of the right side of his mouth.

"Let him go." Mumbled Fritjolf, with a mouth full of blood.