Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28412230-20170621183025/@comment-26854056-20170729171353

Elijah immediately lunged for Jeong's flung body in an attempt to soften the mans fall. He gripped onto the Korean's torn, bloodied coat in a desperate attempt to keep him safe as falling shards of jagged stone rained onto the clearing like shrapnel to a battle field, with one or two inescapable shards bruising his back.

He was too busy covering him that he did't even realise that the threat had passed

Finally noticing the erily silent field, he cautiously perked his head up, noticing the familiar burly shape of the former mafia member looming over the shattered body of a gargoyle. But that didn't matter. Nothing did.

As he looked back down to Jeong's writhing form, he felt like he had been sumerged under water, his hands becoming stained with the morbidly metallic ssight of clots.

Jeong was beginning to loose blood.

And fast.