Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140606235802/@comment-24280666-20140610183659

( I feel as if we want the imperials to win? Do they have to?)

Ferrin landed on the ground, between the burning cars and soldiers. He smiled a bit, reveling in the destruction he had caused. He turned to face one of the cars, lifting it off the ground and throwing it at a cluster of soldiers. As the car sailed through the air, a bullet pierced Ferrin's leg. "Damn it!" He turned to see a troupe of soldiers attacking him. Exhausted from the waste of Magicka and the fact that the bullet had broken through his protective spell, Ferrin had no Magicka at the moment. It would be foolish use blood Magicka with a bleeding wound. He looked down at his leg, rasing his shield's power slightly to prevent more bullets. It weakened the shield as the bullet's hit, but Ferrin needed to restore his Magicka. Any pain ahd to be worth it. He pulled a magicka potion out of his pouch (The one that contains the huntsmer's ashes.) and drank it. He continued to guzzle more potions while healing his leg and keeping the shield up. The leg healed enough so that it would not harm him anymore, but too painful so that he coudl nto use it. He took off into the air after finishing the last potion, leaving the Imperials to claim this tower from the wreckage.