Board Thread:Off Topic/@comment-25146201-20130818222505/@comment-8209010-20130819213032

Marcus barely puts up his shield in time, and is knocked to the ground.

Marcus: Son of a Sload. Can my nose catch a break?

Marcus takes a small cloudy orb out of his pack and presses it against his face. The new and old gashes healed and Marcus sneezed blood.

Marcus: Excuse me.