Board Thread:Role Plays (Adult)/@comment-24487330-20140619233536/@comment-24487330-20140624235156

Camo was mulling over a way to coax the stick out of Sanguis' leg when he saw her grab at it herself. Certain of what would come next, he tried to warn her away from it, but he could barely put two words together before she wrenched it free. The detritus looked much less impressive now that it was out, and shame filled the archer at the sight of it; he knew he was weak, but to be unable to deal with even that thing, he must have really been off his game. Then Camo caught a glimpse of Sanguis' face, and the situation entered a new stage of awkward for him. He was aware that his attempts to liberate the wooden spike from her thigh was painful, which meant "stimulating" to her, but to get that level of reaction from her, removing it so suddenly must have been so much more excruciating than he had expected.

Hoping to distract himself from the shocked look on his temporary partner's face, he took another look at the hole that had previously been filled by the splinter and prepared to treat it. He had removed the quiver from his back and was about to extract an extra length of his bowstring to tie off the wounded leg and mitigate Sanguis' blood loss, but when he glanced back - and did a double-take, just to make sure his eyes weren't deceiving him - it had already begun to heal and close up. "Wh...what in flaming Gehenna," he stammered, unable to grasp what power could be at work within her. "Sanguis...are you alright...? What just happened to your leg...?"