originally posted in:The New Dojo
[i]The fire had died out, as did the earthquake. Xanthus had stopped it as he looked visibly weary, panting and gasping as he used his stick to keep himself up. He had used too much Power in this burst of anger, a hasty thought gone wrong. The mage had looked around a bit and assumed Octavia had died, and started to hobble off to get some rest and contemplate. Xanthus looked like a completely different man at this point, not a faucet of anger but just tiredness.[/i]
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Edited by Orn: 4/6/2017 12:17:30 AM[i]Meanwhile, Octavia wasn't in a much better state.[/i] [i]The Peacekeeper fell to the concrete after running to a separate courtyard, tearing off her helm viciously before placing both hands upon the stone, and began to abruptly puke, bile covering the ground in a disgusting manner. Her tiredness, combined with her agony and pure terror, had taken a toll on her, as she rubbed her eyes and sighed deeply. [/i] [i]After a minute of simply sitting against the ground and cleaning herself, Octavia slowly stumbled upwards, standing straight as mumbles of fear escaped her mouth. She looked around for any signs of Xanthus, before walking off shakily..[/i] ((End, unless you want Xan to show up.))