06-22-2017, 01:30 PM
Gildarts and Illidan staggered away, walking slowly and meekly as he calculated how it is they could have lost, the darkness of arrogance still tided over his mind, however now there was a light, that was likely the toughness his competition would now come in. Impressive, real, raw. And the man to his side? Whoaa. Illidan still had the feeling the mage could offer more, they had lost the item, but not the war.
Together they could hone their skills and get back in the fight, time allowing, but first, each walked with a slight limp and Gildarts procured something on good faith. “You’ll be better after this,” Gildarts implied with his words as he fiddled with his only good hand, ironically, the organic one.
They’d gotten out of that one with most of their skin completely covered in blood. Gildarts had looked more orc than man now due to his complexion, albeit cracking the dryness of the air and oxidizing blood. "All is not lost," Illidan said to his ally, and both remained hopeful.
"Is all of that your blood or just most of it?" Illidan said with a chuckle and Gildarts grinned too.
"Both, more than likely, but Nealaphh's blood is black if I remember correctly," Gildarts informed.
"Don't got much of his on you," Illidan quipped.
"You're right about that, I've barely ever seen him bleed," Gildarts looked up at Illidan as he tended his wounds, flesh was split on almost every appendage of his body, blood drooled out still from the slices in the dark elf's skin.
"Your hair now matches the rest of you, now you can be known as the red mage!" Illidan smirked, he wasn't being funny, but Gildarts got a shiver and had a Deadpool flashback from that one time he encountered the comedian.
"Yeah yeah, I'm bloody and gross. Let's go back to the city, it was nicer there."
Together they could hone their skills and get back in the fight, time allowing, but first, each walked with a slight limp and Gildarts procured something on good faith. “You’ll be better after this,” Gildarts implied with his words as he fiddled with his only good hand, ironically, the organic one.
They’d gotten out of that one with most of their skin completely covered in blood. Gildarts had looked more orc than man now due to his complexion, albeit cracking the dryness of the air and oxidizing blood. "All is not lost," Illidan said to his ally, and both remained hopeful.
"Is all of that your blood or just most of it?" Illidan said with a chuckle and Gildarts grinned too.
"Both, more than likely, but Nealaphh's blood is black if I remember correctly," Gildarts informed.
"Don't got much of his on you," Illidan quipped.
"You're right about that, I've barely ever seen him bleed," Gildarts looked up at Illidan as he tended his wounds, flesh was split on almost every appendage of his body, blood drooled out still from the slices in the dark elf's skin.
"Your hair now matches the rest of you, now you can be known as the red mage!" Illidan smirked, he wasn't being funny, but Gildarts got a shiver and had a Deadpool flashback from that one time he encountered the comedian.
"Yeah yeah, I'm bloody and gross. Let's go back to the city, it was nicer there."
Quote: Gildarts used 4 medi Gels on Illidan to reduce his damage and they moved from B15 to C5
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