Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20161215223926/@comment-30488984-20170227032000

Karliel grunts in pain as his ribs are reset but by the end of the ordeal he feels far better and able to breath better. "Thank you, but I think I will look at the other men as well, no point making a promise on bringing these men back if I let them die." Karliel stands, his legs fairly unharmed from his injuries but his light headedness from the concussion is still bothering him. He balances on his rifle, using it as a walk stick as he heads to the fallen skirmishers. "Sgt. Vasily, what is the condition of your men?"