NeverBetter
These hands shall move steel
Derik, being basically six-foot eight, was basically undisturbed by the hight of the monster. Nor did the roar scare him in the slightest. It were nothing he hadn't dealt with before. "Buddy, I told you I don't really wanna keep talkin', so, thanks for giving me the first move."CHIMNY said:@deadpool42 @NeverBetter
Cafurn struggled to calm down, half his face was suffering from first degree burns. Thats when he saw the other human, he hadnt noticed his scent but took a deep breath of it. Cafurn could hunt down the other human, he had his scent. His opponent had held him at gun point, "Fool! Ruun NOW!" Cafurn said as he rose above the human, standing at 7 feet tall, the creature put his arms and right leg back then unleashed a unique roar, a hybrid of a bird and lions battle cries.
Lighting struck. And it struck hard and fast.
Wait... No... That was Derik sending a tornado kick flying right at the beast's malformed left kneecap with his left leg, bringing a slash from his right side around with his body and aiming it towards the Beast's torso. However, this was only a fakeout, as his left hand aimed right at the hip of his left leg. The Longsword was longer than his katana, it would probably reach if any of his attacks hit of them.
He wasn't particularly worried about it counterattacking. Unless it could pierce his coat in a single stroke, there wasn't much it would be able to do in terms of an early counter.
"Dang! I should have moved more quietly..." Sandrew flinched as the lady finished her sentance, but refused to stop running. He was certain that at the very least she hadn't seen much more of him than the brown of his jacket and maybe his hair. As he ran, he took every corner he could, ducking in-line with search parties, moving in the few shadows the building held, he couldn't stop moving. For the fate of everyone, if he was caught, who knows what would happen if he were caught and the rest of them tried to get him back? He can't afford that.@NeverBetter[/URL]
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Mes awoke with a start, grumbling loudly. Nightmare. Again. They were more and more frequent nowadays, and she didn't really appreciate that. She stood up, reaching for her hairbrush, taming her currently wild locks of purple hair. Sleeping on the ground truly does terrible things to hair. She woke slowly, taking in more and more of her surroundings. It seemed that most of the older ones were out and about. Not strange, many liked to do their thieving at night. Mes had always preferred day shift. Larger crowds, easier to slip away and vanish. And torchlight didn't flatter her. She hummed a low tune as she set her brush down and grabbed her dress to change into from her nightgown. After a nightmare, she never could fall asleep again. As she moved, she noticed something rather peculiar. The entrance was boarded up. Well, not really boarded up. Kind of... earthed up. She groaned. Idiot Sandrew decided to just prohibit anybody from leaving apparently. He was the only one with any skill to do that. Mes shook her head. Maybe there was a reason. She changed quickly in the small amount of private space they had, and grasped her blade. She'd stand guard for now. Might as well, perhaps there was a reason for things to be boarded up. Mes took a seat in front of what used to be the entrance, placing the blade across her lap.
What could he do?
Raising a fight wasn't an option, she was trained, he was not, and that would only give them even more reason to search, and harder.
He had been running and hiding for ten minutes. Twenty left. God, how long is thirty minutes?
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