Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26052600-20160302043959/@comment-26852465-20160308192903

(They all retreated at Mercy's command.. there were just seven, and four of them were killed by what's her name in the crimson.. it seems like all of us need to work on conveyance.)

DM sprinted after Armstrong.. he didn't think to teleport, it would seem rather.. pointless. He tried to run as quietly as he could.. no need to attract further attention. Once he caught up to Armstrong, he gestured for him to follow him behind one of the homes.. after all, he should recall that DM couldn't use his teleportation while being observed..

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'''"It seems as though we are not done. Men, ready weapons." '''In just a few seconds, Mercy's hatred swelled up again.. his aura was a deep red; not unlike blood. His remaining soldiers also readied up.. yet they expressed no hatred at all. This was just their job, but it was Mercy's passion: killing monsters.