Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24038198-20130525015541/@comment-6197897-20130603115428

In the process of waking from his dreamscape, Elidian dropped to his knees, some sort of overwhelming pain flooding through him. It was like his head was being crushed by a vice, and every muscle in his body being torn in two... It was immense, and unstoppable. Shutting his eyes in fear and letting out a yelp, he jolted forward, taking deep breaths.

A pat on the ground; he had footing. A pat on the legs; he was still whole. A pat at the left shoulder; his arm was in a sling once more. Elidian slowly opened his eyes, staring down the blade of his foe. Scrambling backwards and up to his feet, Elidian groped the air at his left hip, hoping to find his shortsword readily sheathed, to no avail.

"Whatever's going on, I don't like it." he muttered, staring down the girl with the rapier before him. "What do you want from me anyway?"