This was just our first major conflict, and Robert wasn't awake by the end if it. I had serious doubts about future battles, especially as the future of the 'roleplay' was changing more or less.

I plucked my sword out of the corpse's tight chest, tasting blood as I left the sword in myself. I would've eaten the corpses around, but it wasn't appropriate at a time like this. I held back my hunger as I walked away, heading towards Robert as my feet drank the pools of blood around. "Robert's down. Is there any medicine around?" I asked sarcastically, unsure how to treat our friend. I could definitely tell I didn't say this in the actual roleplay. "Of course there isn't. Elena, help me out here." Where's that Spiritomb/ghost dragon...