Petch it all.
Sarah's strong grip around his throat there was little Bolivar can do to free himself from the her grip. Coughing as strained breathes worked it's way through his body. Though the lack of air was not the main concern for the squire it was Sarah's touch upon his skin. The touch that tore every part of his being and augmented Sarah's hold on him.
Though she might have been leeching him unknowingly before it was nothing compared to the rate she was harvesting his energies. Trying to dig his axe deeper into the woman earned Bolivar a shout of pain from Sarah before a backhand sent the squire reeling. His mind a daze put his hands up at the offending face, filled with fear and fury aplenty. Shoving Sarah's face back she retaliated with a vicious bite on the squire's right arm.
The pain was enough to snap Bolivar out of his delirious state as his free hand went to Sarah's stomach. Pounding and thrashing to no avail Bolivar heard a triumphant cry come from Sarah above him focused on the squire's expression. Bolivar's hand finding Sarah's bare breast gave a hard squeeze before trailing his hand down to her stomach. Fine. If this vagik wanted his djed she was would it.
A wordless shout escaped Bolivar's lips as his left hand quaked, grasping for another reimancy play. That grey translucent stuff, he had no reserves left. This was res that he never intended to use. Giving it shape and form res turned blade as Bolivar shakily transmuted the res in his hand. Driving the makeshift wedge up Sarah's body Bolivar felt her seize up and contort for a tic before falling dead on the squire's shoulders.
Unceremoniously shoving her aside Bolivar gasped for breathe as the rains washed away the blood that flowed in that moment. Looking at his hand the squire noticed that the ice shank had also pierced him, making for a even bigger mark of reimancy for the mage squire.
His breathes came in coughs and fits before finally he found himself laughing. Laughing of all damned things? He was alive! Bolivar had managed to kill that petching crazy bitch. He was going to live and see that young maiden that had been his crutch since coming to Syliras. Bolivar was going to do it. He would do everything in his power to make Shiress fall for him he would-
Hunching over Bolivar's eyes shot open as he realized the danger has not passed. Sarah's leeching was still going? No this was much worse. Bolivar's eyes went to his open palm. That giant new wound opening his palm up to emit more of his djed. Bolivar closed his left hand, grabbing it tightly with his right as he rested his body on it in the fetal position.
"Stop, stop stop stop. Stop!"
The new shaky voice that came out scared Bolivar. No more pretentious tones or gruff actions from him. This was bad. The squire was having a hard time controlling his res. The call to make enough res to kill Sarah along with her own demands for his res seemed to push his res production to overdrive.
The pains coursing through him were already severe but now with the possibility of becoming worse paralyzed the squire with fear. He had to stop it. To stop this altercation that would ultimately destroy or meld him in ways ultimately destructive. Feeling his insides give out the squire heaved with each breathe adhering to a rigid rhythmn to take in each breathe.
This was the time to take things slow. To move suddenly inviting disaster somewhere in his body, everywhere. A heave going as far as to push the squire to vomit was suppressed and swallowed down. Bolivar was not going to allow himself to die from this. Not now. Not so soon! The squire had something to do. To say something sweet and meaningful to Shiress. That being the main purpose of his drive to continue on and guard his body tightly.
Each part of him shaky and unreliable Bolivar had to recoup his loses and try to recover the remaining djed outside of him. What he had on hand was not enough though. He had to...
Looking back at Sarah where he had stabbed her Bolivar pulled the makeshift weapon out of her gut before running his hand over the deep wound. Revolting you might say but this was what had to be done. Remnants of his djed was still inside her, not alot. Remnants but it would suffice.
Though having been another person the squire's attempts to recoup felt as if he was driving a searing hot nail under his nails. Slowly but surely the damages were being held back and the squire's body seemingly sound. Another heave from the squire, this time an enormous repressed push. Vomitting into the forest floor Bolivar vented his body of the leecher's toxic influence before falling tired into the forest floor.
For one to have had everything and to know nothing. To have fallen to such a state. Where I have nothing but understand it all.
Sarah's strong grip around his throat there was little Bolivar can do to free himself from the her grip. Coughing as strained breathes worked it's way through his body. Though the lack of air was not the main concern for the squire it was Sarah's touch upon his skin. The touch that tore every part of his being and augmented Sarah's hold on him.
Though she might have been leeching him unknowingly before it was nothing compared to the rate she was harvesting his energies. Trying to dig his axe deeper into the woman earned Bolivar a shout of pain from Sarah before a backhand sent the squire reeling. His mind a daze put his hands up at the offending face, filled with fear and fury aplenty. Shoving Sarah's face back she retaliated with a vicious bite on the squire's right arm.
The pain was enough to snap Bolivar out of his delirious state as his free hand went to Sarah's stomach. Pounding and thrashing to no avail Bolivar heard a triumphant cry come from Sarah above him focused on the squire's expression. Bolivar's hand finding Sarah's bare breast gave a hard squeeze before trailing his hand down to her stomach. Fine. If this vagik wanted his djed she was would it.
A wordless shout escaped Bolivar's lips as his left hand quaked, grasping for another reimancy play. That grey translucent stuff, he had no reserves left. This was res that he never intended to use. Giving it shape and form res turned blade as Bolivar shakily transmuted the res in his hand. Driving the makeshift wedge up Sarah's body Bolivar felt her seize up and contort for a tic before falling dead on the squire's shoulders.
Unceremoniously shoving her aside Bolivar gasped for breathe as the rains washed away the blood that flowed in that moment. Looking at his hand the squire noticed that the ice shank had also pierced him, making for a even bigger mark of reimancy for the mage squire.
His breathes came in coughs and fits before finally he found himself laughing. Laughing of all damned things? He was alive! Bolivar had managed to kill that petching crazy bitch. He was going to live and see that young maiden that had been his crutch since coming to Syliras. Bolivar was going to do it. He would do everything in his power to make Shiress fall for him he would-
Hunching over Bolivar's eyes shot open as he realized the danger has not passed. Sarah's leeching was still going? No this was much worse. Bolivar's eyes went to his open palm. That giant new wound opening his palm up to emit more of his djed. Bolivar closed his left hand, grabbing it tightly with his right as he rested his body on it in the fetal position.
"Stop, stop stop stop. Stop!"
The new shaky voice that came out scared Bolivar. No more pretentious tones or gruff actions from him. This was bad. The squire was having a hard time controlling his res. The call to make enough res to kill Sarah along with her own demands for his res seemed to push his res production to overdrive.
The pains coursing through him were already severe but now with the possibility of becoming worse paralyzed the squire with fear. He had to stop it. To stop this altercation that would ultimately destroy or meld him in ways ultimately destructive. Feeling his insides give out the squire heaved with each breathe adhering to a rigid rhythmn to take in each breathe.
This was the time to take things slow. To move suddenly inviting disaster somewhere in his body, everywhere. A heave going as far as to push the squire to vomit was suppressed and swallowed down. Bolivar was not going to allow himself to die from this. Not now. Not so soon! The squire had something to do. To say something sweet and meaningful to Shiress. That being the main purpose of his drive to continue on and guard his body tightly.
Each part of him shaky and unreliable Bolivar had to recoup his loses and try to recover the remaining djed outside of him. What he had on hand was not enough though. He had to...
Looking back at Sarah where he had stabbed her Bolivar pulled the makeshift weapon out of her gut before running his hand over the deep wound. Revolting you might say but this was what had to be done. Remnants of his djed was still inside her, not alot. Remnants but it would suffice.
Though having been another person the squire's attempts to recoup felt as if he was driving a searing hot nail under his nails. Slowly but surely the damages were being held back and the squire's body seemingly sound. Another heave from the squire, this time an enormous repressed push. Vomitting into the forest floor Bolivar vented his body of the leecher's toxic influence before falling tired into the forest floor.
For one to have had everything and to know nothing. To have fallen to such a state. Where I have nothing but understand it all.
I got lots of chuckles from this thread! Good work, Boli! 
*Sigh* I like that lore... bye bye lore...
