The Wordsmith Myth
A Story Teller
He struggled against her tentacles. "He killee my wife!" He yelled. "It's his fault!" Callum didn't open his eyes. "Let him go Aqua." He said calmly.(Oh of course, I would not think so...it would hit hard for anyone...aww and poor man I feel horrable for him...)
Aqua gently smiled watching the bubbles float by. A figure reflected on one of the bubbles making Aqua turned to see a man creeping on to Callum with a gun. She hoped up moving to the man her tentacles reaching out and pulling the gun out of his hand. While other tentacles wraped around his arms and pulled them behind his back. "What the crud do you think your doing?!" She said
"So no matter how much you attacked they kept getting up...that very unusual....they weren't undead?...or puppets?...or were the footsolders just getting back up without a scratch?.."Erza asked very intrigued to what he was saying.
"I don't think I would call it wonderful....unique yes....but not convinced it's wonderful.." Gwen replied
"No just monsters. Not ines with particulary great healing either."
"Alright outside that door it's 1620 in london."