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Timeskip powers, activate It was night when the rebels reached Luton. The town was pretty lively for it being so late. Sylas could see lights in many of the open windows and several voices rang out into the blackness. The panther's eyes reflected the glow from the town. He watched in silence...

I'm tempted to create one of those group rp things...but I have no time...what should I do? My expression rn help me    

Sylas finally spoke up. "...damn. Okay. Okay...make sure you keep an eye on the medics. I'll think about what I can do to remedy this. God..." He shook his head. It almost felt surreal. How could he have forgotten something so crucial? Sure, he was very stressed, but he was a leader. A mistake...

The trio watched the interaction between the two before talking amongst themselves. Sylas, after giving a few instructions, took Keir off to the side. "So, what's the situation, boss?" he asked in a jovial tone. Sylas was quiet for a moment, then asked, "Do you know the state of the kingdom?"...

Sylas watched them with an unfathomable expression. He was, in all honesty, disappointed. "Sad that we couldn't get older ones," he growled quietly. "They're tolerable." The white one was especially getting on his nerves. He could feel the annoyance radiating off of the medic in waves, saw the...

Keir burst out laughing at the sight of them. "Ridiculous," he muttered, pretending to wipe a tear. "Almost made me bawl as well. How 'bout it, eh? Let's all cry together!" He shrieked with laughter once more, causing other rebels around them to flinch. Someone yelled at him to shut up, and he...

Keir had to fight back a smile as the smaller medic cried. He enjoyed it more than he should have. Watching the older one calm the other down, his ear twitched. Yeah, no way Sylas is gonna get rid of him. The tiny one, though... The wolf smirked at them. "And who exactly managed to capture...

Keir snorted at them. "Isn't that a dream...you keep that hope with you any longer and you'll be destroyed when you see the reality." He frowned. "You might die here if boss cat doesn't like you. He's fickle. You even breathe in the wrong direction and he'll decide that you don't matter..."...

As Sylas continued to think up front, Keir was right behind the little pair of prisoners. He managed to catch the last of their whispered words and barked a laugh, causing them, along with their ferret captors to flinch. "Such encouraging words, eh?" he chuckled. "But ya have no idea what you're...

Sylas felt more relaxed as he ordered his soldiers to start moving. He couldn't wait to get back into his bed. The main city where he resided most of the time was a good week away on horse, and he doubted that his troops could do a week of that. Along with all their wounded and the few prisoners...

Sylas watched the fight start with disinterest. The leader just wanted this over with. He saw the furious swipe of the bear and the dodge of the medic impatiently, flicking an ear. Keir, on the other hand, acted like he was at a bar fight at a tavern, whooping and laughing and slapping others on...

Sylas and Keir saw the official approach. Sylas looked at the small, shivering medic placed in front of him. He opened his mouth to answer, but a hiss from the other medic prevented him from saying anything. He frowned and watched the bear saunter up to the prisoner, expecting for a few harsh...

Keir grunted. "See? Not too vague." His next words were aimed at Sylas. "I would tell ya what the kid said, but you're right there." Sylas nodded and scanned the camp. It seemed like things were completely settled. His soldiers were laughing amongst themselves, the camp was being searched for...

Sylas glanced lazily over at Keir, then back at the medic when he heard a hiss. "Calm yourself, kitten." Keir snorted behind him. "Such an insult." Sylas just rolled his eyes. The general moved closer to the medic and inspected him, stroking his beard as if he was a scholar deciding on what...

Sylas stared down into the other's eyes as he spoke. He said nothing in reply as he mulled over the information in his mind. Only thirteen? The medics they had were better than that. One would think that the royal army had better staff than that. Unless...unless we've done some damage. If they...

Sylas made no reaction to the medic's anger. Instead, he looked around again. He saw another struggling medic being dragged away by a couple soldiers of his. There was barely any sign of their enemies. He sighed, then called out to a nearby soldier. "You there." His voice snapped the...

Sylas saw the medic topple and immediately saw his chance. He lunged forward and put his weight onto his fallen adversary. He quickly crossed his blades over the medic's neck and held them there. "Done," he muttered to himself. "That was too much trouble for one medic." The rebel leader...

Sylas snarled when his opponent refilled his ammunition and continued to fire. "This is getting ridiculous," he hissed, annoyed now. Gripping his short-swords, he moved in quickly and blocked the bullets. For those witnessing it seemed as if he had some kind of supernatural power, protecting...

Sylas twisted as the medic dodged so he landed facing the other. He took note of his previous opponent curled up on the ground, blood seeping out of the wound he'd inflicted. He sighed inwardly. That cost you an easy kill, Sylas. His ear twitched slightly as he watched the cat take out two...