Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26052600-20160302043959/@comment-26852465-20160308040029

Mercy stood where he was.. his head practically drowned in thought. There was a lot he wanted to say.. but maybe to speak so quickly was what Armstrong wanted. Mercy's thoughts weren't all together.. he was but a child. His wit was not as sharp as that of an adult's..

'''"We'll resume this conversation later, prey." '''he commented, holding his head, as though he had a headache. "I'm going to think.. on what you said. Mage-502, what are our casualties?"

"Four down: Tamer-921, Hunter-096, Negotiator-040, and Medic-420."

"What a shame.. Medic-420 had the most personality out of all of you.. he had so many sweet herbs, too." He looked at the crimson Dragon, encased in the supreme hold. '''"So what about her? My hate for monsters is too weak right now.. to kill her." '''

"Recommended course of actions, uh.. take captive and bring back to camp for euthanization, on site execution, incapacitation via raging mushroom spores, or to.. simply leave her here, Commander." At this, Mercy looked at the crimson dragon.. his expression vacant, but his smile turned into a frown.

"You... you offer no love, like the big man said. If I let you out of the Supreme Hold, are you going to go and commit more atrocities?" His grip on the knife tightened. "I'm willing to give you a second chance, if you tell me no. If you say yes, or lie to me though.. I'll kill you. Even if you kill me first, my ghost will rise, and I'll kill you that way. So what'll it be? I've killed approximately 941 others of your kind.. adding to that list would be no big deal."