Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24416658-20140401010735/@comment-24487330-20140715165449

Camo's consciousness flickered for a bit when they reached their campsite, but Tanner's shouting and Talen's quaking hand pulling wood needles out of him quickly brought him about again. He was still looking awful, though, and that gash on his side was still bleeding where the Nevermore's feather had grazed him; the slow clotting was probably another unfortunate side effect of the Arachne's poison. A solid hit probably would've proven fatal, from blood loss if not from sheer trauma; all things considered, this was probably the best possible outcome for that particular scenario.

The archer would get pretty nervous if Al tried to take any of the splinters out of him, given the tone of their previous altercations. It'd take a few successful extractions for his anxiety to subside. He'd try to ask about Talen and Tanner's whereabouts, but the will to speak would fail him, and he'd just end up coughing a bit instead. He'd be sure that he looked pitiful in his current position, and he'd shut his eyes tight, trying not to visualize his sorry state...