Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20161215224118/@comment-30715799-20170307000537

With as much strenth as he can muster, Torki throws his sword over to Varen, landing it with-in arms reach of the man. If Autumn reached him, he'd need it.

"Just if you need it friend.", Torki croked out loud enough for the Psyker to hear, grim humor bleeding into his words, if he wasn't too focused.

Torki collapsed face down in the dirt, still working on his breathing and praying. Blood slowly seeping from his arm and leg.