Therlion nods his head in agreement, turns and starts running towards the opposide side of the field. Once there, he started casting a spell. Blood soon appeared on his chest. The blood soaked most of his clothes before an orcish axe appeared buried in his chest. Smiling, Therlion sat on the ground and looked at Hrolf "Do you want a wound?"
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