Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25151516-20131220115138/@comment-25151516-20140210153930

Áinfean raised Dragan Trócaire's blade up to an inch from Tianee's neck, black Aura energy fading.

"Never drop your guard for a wounded animal," he stated, pacing around Tianee, blade still trained next to her neck. "It makes them desperate and all the more deadly. Similarly so for one such as Revan MacLeod; He gets a mortal wound, he's too weak to withstand, so I am released to deal with the problem. But most of these wounds come from men who threw him in Hell nearly eight years ago. So I usually kill whoever caused my release.

"But donnae worry, I'm only sparing you because you need to understand this before being one o' his friends." He said "friends" through gritted teeth. "Just stay out of my way when the time comes."

Revan regained control of his free hand and started tapping his side in an interval of fours, causing his Aura to glow blue again.

"Well then," Áinfean began as Revan's back seized up, touching his temple. "I'll be here if you need me..."

Revan dropped to his knees with a shout of pain and started gasping for air.