Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25389303-20161009134004/@comment-25389303-20161208222214

Diaboli lay struggling for breath on the metal floor as the Bullhead slowly drifted away from the scene of destruction. As Blanc entered the cargo bay, Diaboli looked to each of his companions, making sure they were OK, before stiffling a bellow of pain.

"AaaaaaAAAGHH!!!" he yelled, slamming his fist down on the metal as blood poured down his wrist from the massive hole in his hand. Aura was truely a remarkable thing - to be able to heal wounds so quickly. But no amount of natural healing would help this wound, there being so many veins in the hand after all. This, combined with the many cuts, stabs and chemical burns he'd suffered during his fight, pushed him past his pain threshold as the adrenaline wore off, and he soon fainted from blood loss.