Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20141107033353/@comment-5543592-20141116015326

If his attacker reeked, Lorcan's keen sense of smell would have picked it up. Instead, the creature appeared to be scentless, thus he couldn't see it coming. Something clubbed him in the face, and Lorcan hit the ground hard on his side. His made a cracking sound on connection, and some skin flew off the muscles. But the more the magic in his blood was used, the more powerful it began. His ribs had just fully mended, and now he felt the bone filiments of his jaw were slowly snapping back into place.

"Fried!  Bring some firewood over here." Lorcan undoubtedly ment the dying embers of the fire. If Fried threw some of the burning logs over, it would illuminate the attackers. He slowly staggered to his feet, and struck again where he attacker had last been.