Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-30655593-20170930202520/@comment-30014014-20171110023033

''He didn't know himself, to be honest. If anything, he was not searching for a way out, but rather, who parents were the toddler's he carried off.''

'''Joshy, I think you can stop running. THose things are dead and seriously, turn off that immolation precept before you loose your hand.'''

"The probability of me killing all of them in a single strike in close to 0. While ceasing to waste stamina in a sprint is a sound tactic, I refuse to relent my exceeded plasma. A lost hand is nothing to two lost lives".

''He stops running, instead taking the child somewhere else, away from the flame. Away from those snow devils. It was not that far, to be honest. He puts her down and turns his gaze toward the direction where they came from, weapon in hand. He takes a few steps forward, 2 at most.''

Outsider, in the meanwhile prefered taking her attention in the child seemingly abandoned in a desolate camp.

To think there was a child in all of this...where to you think she came from?