Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-933831-20140613065801/@comment-24684131-20140729162032

Liath was barely out of the rampaging hordes sight when he spotted the groove and practically threw himself sideways, scrabbling against the near wall, clinging to the shadows.

He held his breath despite his lack of it, not daring to open his mouth until the sounds of running men died away. Slowly, but surely, the breath hissed from his mouth as he finally started to breath again, relief flooding his system, but it was short lived when he realised he couldn't see Bianca.

Praying that she had continued to tear along the floor away from them, Liath frantically glanced around the dark alleyway, his eyes snapping from one shadow to the next in search of his partner, when finally, they fell onto Bianca. She was on the floor, and breathing heavy from what he could hear, a little further down the alley than he had landed.

He struggled to his feet, his left leg was still causing issues with his movement so he had to use the wall to slowly drag his way upwards. Pushing away, he felt something moist on his exposed hand.

Eh?...Water?...No...it hasn't rained for a couple of days...has it?...

Liath juiced some aura into the dust crystal on the back of his gauntlet, just enough to cast a little illumination, revealing his hand to have a small amount of blood on his palm.

That's not mine...

He limped the few meters to Biancas side and slumped against the wall beside her, sliding down until he was on the ground again, legs straight out in front of him.

"Bianca...Bianca?...You okay?" Liath said quietly, head turning to peer at the girl through the darkness, his claw coming to a careful rest on her shoulder and shaking her slightly. Absently, his right hand probed at his injured leg. He had been right when he thought that there was no penetration or cuts, but it did sting like wildfire and felt rather raw, leading him to believe he was slightly burned and badly bruised from where the shot had hit his aura.