Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20141022235724/@comment-5543592-20141026022546

Daithi had spent the last nineteen hours without sleep. Which didn't matter, because he was so high on adrenyline slept for a foriegn concept at the moment. He had taken down over hundred Dominion soldiers single-handly by now, through stealth, or straight up combat. And yet, oddly, he felt like he'd just woken up from a two day nap.

He was dangled from a branch, holding on by only the palms of his hands, simmying across a small gap in the city.

You're crazy! The self-preservation part of his brain told him. What were you thinking? Daithi crossed the gap and landed safety on the other side, where he saw what he was looking for: his rescuers. They were about a hundred feet below him, back across the gap. The small army lead by Valuril herself were storming up the city. They were facing heavy resistance though. The Dominion had spent the last century and half getting dug in. It was going to be hard work fighting into Falinesti now. His heart fell every second. From his perspective, the fight was not looking good. He would have to get over there again somehow, in hope of turning the tide.