Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20131124143109/@comment-12599067-20131127133252

(Actually, I'll be gone most of tonight. Long story.)

When Makoru awoke, he was dimly aware of the flapping of wings and an iron grip around his shoulder. Makoru looked desperately for Bloodharvest, only to find that it wasn't in it's scabbard. Cursing, he did his best to turn around and distract the abomination, grabbing and punching at the demon in hopes it would release him. Unfortunately, it did. Makoru suddenly found himself falling through the sky, then through a bramble of scratching tree limbs, and finally landing on a rock with a crack that could be heard from Hammerfell and back. He let out a short cry of pain and tried to stand as the demon came around for another attack.

Suddenly, a spear sailed through the air and pierced the chest of the monster, causing it to fall to the ground with a shriek of pain and anger. Makoru turned to see a figure in chitinous armor riding a guar before he pitched forward, blacking out from the severity of his wounds.