Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20140128024529/@comment-12599067-20140201033624

Makoru frowned and plucked Bloodharvest from a nearby cabinet, where it had impaled itself when he had been thrown backwards.

"I hope not. I, for one, would prefer not to be shot by anything else for a few days, if that's not too much to ask. If I had a septim for every time I've been shot or stabbed, I'd--"

"Shut up, Mak," Jack ordered, flicking his wrist and sending a knife into his hand. "We don't have time for bragging over old battle scars. I, for one, am going to go find our quarry. If you feel like staying behind, be my guest, but I'm going to actually get things done, thank you," he added in an annoyed tone, pushing past the rest of the group and vanishing into the shadows of the next room.

Makoru looked reluctantly between Anwen and Jack, but finally decided that it would be best to follow Jack, and so he slipped into the shadows, taking up the rearguard once more. Claudius tapped his staff against the ground, creating another small ball of light, and followed close behind.