Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20161103020802/@comment-27550231-20161113193740

(Everything is nimble compared to me)

Praetor slowly catches up to Hound and immediately starts to flip through the rubble. He trusts Marcus's sense of smell but he's not talking chances should Ibrahim be caught in the rubble.

He pulls hunks of stone and machinery, tossing them as if they were but mere scraps. Everything from ruind machinery to the charred remains of failed experiments are unearthed and carelessly tossed aside in his search for Thomas.

"Come on! Come on! Your wife's gonna kill me if I let you die like this!"