Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5999656-20190205035159/@comment-25924729-20191106084729

Feet... trampling all around her, thumping against the deck. She caught the sight of heavy black boots moving purposefully in and out of her vision as the ship was boarded and the unknown enemy moved to secure it.

One pair began to move towards her, and Jett sensed a figure looming overhead. As it bent over to touch her, she couldn't help but flinch, only to le out a little sigh in relief when she saw her face. It was only Lustra again.

Soft, careful hands took hold of her head, and a cold, pleasant sensation washed over her torn jaw, like a splash of cold water to the face. Jett immediately felt refreshed. There was a little crunch as bones and teeth clicked back into their place. She winced at the odd sensation, making a chewing motion to test it.

Yep... it sill hurt like hell, but she could move her mouth just a little now, even managing a soft groan and a mumbled "Thanks" to her savior.

Then she tried to take her sword. A frown spread across her brow, and she held on stubbornly for a few seconds more. Though she clearly could not fight, Jett hated to be vulnerable. It just felt really embarassing, having to look helpless and rely on Lustra to protect her.

But it didnt change the fact she had no way to really resist, the sword was plucked from her fingers with little struggle. She grumbled an incoherent reply to Lustra, then with a loud huff, turned her head a few inches to the side so she could see the man talking to her.