Noxias spins as the bolt tears through sinew and flesh and crumples to the ground breathing heavily and grimacing. He is clearly struggling as the blood pools. Polon rushes forward and tugs at his clothes hoping to move him out of the line of fire. In a haggard whisper Polon implores Rogur. "Rogur, I don't know if your wizard will survive for very long like this. If you can afford it, we should pay the ransom and leave. However, I may have a few more tricks up my sleeve if you can't. Polon presses his hands into the rent torn into Nox's body, but the Eladrin's blood seeps through his fingers.
Originally Posted by Palpatim
And Yrisz that one time...