Board Thread:Role Plays (AU)/@comment-11588669-20150716225613/@comment-11588669-20151012213552

Nox had rolled to his feet, coming up in front of a guard battling the Paladin. The bindings on his hands, lined in silver, met soft tissue as the were's hands found the unprotected juncture of shoulder and neck. A series of cracks were heard when bones snapped and powdered. There was a good chance that the shards of bone would puncture an artery or two, leaving him to bleed to death.

Needless to say, the man was out for the count.

The very small moment of reprieve was all he needed to get a look around; it was still chaos, but the mix of creatures had darted off, following the elven bard. The were had two choices: Follow them, or stay, unarmed and hampered by chains, in the middle of a revolt.

Not a hard choice. The nearly-black eyed male darted behind them, avoiding fights as they moved further into the city. The large buildings turned into hovels. Sewage pervaded the nostrils.

Slums. Great.

Once the orange haired snow-elf was freed by a vampire. Nixia was with them, to his dissatisfaction: There was the Elven pair, the Bard, and the Slime-Witch...thing....whatever it was. The Snow-Elf's question, though, caught his attention.

"...me, if you please. These are starting to burn..." Quite literally, there was smoke coming from where the silver contacted his skin.