[center][h1][color=coral]Asher[/color][/h1][/center]


To Asher, everything up to now had gone quite well. He was able to fight alongside everyone against the dragon. Everyone made it out alive. Now they were all recovering, as others were taking the chance to inspire the citizens about their guild. He himself was taking this chance to help Astoria, his fellow guild mate, warm back up as she was shivering and wet. All in all, he felt good about everything. 

Then there was a shout behind him before his vision went white as an intense pain, known and feared by all men, jolted through his very being. Whatever air was in his lungs immediately released as his muscles tighten on reflex, bringing Astoria even more tightly into his chest for a moment, before just as quickly his strength saps from him, slowly falling to his knees. His arms shortly to meet the ground, as he takes gasps of air, trying to keep as still as possible as his body jitters at the force brought to his jewels. [color=coral]“W-why…hnng!”[/color] was all he could muster out, as a second wave of pain washed over his body the next moment.

As he was still on the ground trying to wait out the soreness, he suddenly felt something lightweight smack across his face, obscuring his still blurry vision. With great focus, he lifts his head up in the direction of where whatever hit him came from. His vision slowly returning to focus, he finds that Astoria has been joined by her sister Gwen. Stripped it seems, yet again. [color=coral][i]Guess... that explains what hit my face...gods, this hurts…[/i][/color]

[color=coral]“Was...asked… to help…uggh,”[/color] Asher breaths out, his mind currently still more focused on the pain, limiting how much he could properly explain.