Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26593284-20160429011233/@comment-25908355-20160504173926

Hematite finally swings the seaweed off his eyes, noticing MSD, with his expression quickly turning to some form of mix between panicked and shocked.

Hematite: Excuse me..!

He blurbles, bearly audible with the sounds of rushing water and his feet hitting the bottom of the lake.

Desperate not to think about it, Hematite swings his arms, trying to swing the blood away, before turning to MSD.

Hematite: ''I did not mean to... Cut you...''

Hematite's expression turned slowly to a half scared and half sorry. No reasonable person should be this sad after a forearm injury, much less one dealt to the enemy.