Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26443603-20140903154828/@comment-5540440-20140921081217

(Sorry, my computer crashed inexplicably >.<)

Fel was indeed trying to buy more time for his Histskin to kick in and heal his burned leg, but judging from the look on Levithiel's face and the sword he held in his hand, he wasn't going to make it. He continued thinking this for approximately one third of a second, then he saw an enchanted dagger fly out of the shadows in the alley, headed directly for Levithiel's neck. The slight blue tint on the otherwise unassuming iron dagger hinting that it could deal near-lethal amounts of shock damage. When Fel heard the extremely angry, attractive, and feminine voice shouting "Get away from my boy!!!!" From behind him, he no longer thought he was dead.

He KNEW he was dead.