Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-933831-20140613065801/@comment-24684131-20140805191157

With a grunt, Liath stood up once more, having had a moment for his aura to start healing his leg. Even if only slightly, it did definitely make a difference. Her answer took a moment for him to process before he understood what she meant.

The voice rang out, and Liath felt the atmosphere around Bianca change, becoming charged with enraged energy.

He moved, grabbing the wrist of her left arm with Zvier. Liath could see the blood on her back, and had seen the anger on her face as she began to move towards the voice. Liath made a choice, bracing himself more on his right leg than his left in case she tried to pull away, and resting his spare hand on the hilt of his sword.

"You are hurt." Liath said calmly, voice barely louder than a harsh whisper. " I get that running from a fight isn't your thing, and frankly I aint happy about running from that prick either, but if you go out there right now you will get us both killed."