Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20180310221203/@comment-30014014-20180326011439

The young man, still hailing his clutch on his spear like a possessed entity casts his eyes on the cut down, the concept of emotion currently alien to him as no expression seeps out of them. Nothing.

But then, comes the new guy, the shooter. The young man judges the measure of his frame in its entirely. His gaze lowers and rises as as he's seemingly searching for something in particular. He keeps it up for a good measure of seconds before he relents.

His spear fades away as pourous lightning dust. His eyes drain of the purple gleam, stripping the layer of apathy to rekindle with the fright. He sidesteps from whoever happens to be nearby, waving a feeble hand towards the man "Hum...hi".