Post by Deleted on Sept 16, 2015 14:38:35 GMT -5
Erich wasn't exactly a fool. He wasn't stupid by any means either. But something had gone wrong. Luckily he was able to put it out with a water spell though the flames had already crept up his arm and singed his skin. Biomancy wasn't his strong suite, no, his abilities lay in destructive magic, battle casting as it was once called by his mother. Not like the marks of lightening that arched across his skin in a lightening shaped scar. It arched all up his left arm and all across his chest and back. Though he was scarred, he was still able to fight. He could swing a sword, though his own magic was much different from the same magic as his recently deceased sister. Hers was an enhancement magic, runic magic used to enhance speed, force and power, support based magic where as his was attack based. He wasn't sure how he had felt about his sister's death. They hadn't been particularly close. Never had been. She was always quick to scorn their mother and he was a mamma's boy. They never quite saw eye to eye. He regretted it, though he felt as if he wished that he could have tried harder to see or attempt to make things better between them.
Nursing his burnt arm and slightly singed skin and charred shirt, he pushed open the door to the infirmary as he used his non injured arm. It was really painful to move, the skin was starting to blister and bubble. He pushed his way past a kid that slammed into his side. He winced, sucking in air as he felt a sharp pain. He only had looked at his arm, though it was apparent that the bottom side of his shirt was soaked in blood. Gods he smelled like burnt hair. “Can I get some help at someone's earliest convience?” He asked, throwing on a smile.
Nursing his burnt arm and slightly singed skin and charred shirt, he pushed open the door to the infirmary as he used his non injured arm. It was really painful to move, the skin was starting to blister and bubble. He pushed his way past a kid that slammed into his side. He winced, sucking in air as he felt a sharp pain. He only had looked at his arm, though it was apparent that the bottom side of his shirt was soaked in blood. Gods he smelled like burnt hair. “Can I get some help at someone's earliest convience?” He asked, throwing on a smile.