Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27736349-20170603204216/@comment-31336039-20170914212036

(True.)

Némésis lowered his head and was looking at her in the eyes, the flaming gaze make him hesitating to move. Especially since his helmet was hidden in his locker, 100 m away. Alone in an alley, with a hellhound positioned to push him down, and jump him or worse if the envy took her.

Careful, he steel himself for the wost, preparing an uppercut in a attempt to earn time if she try her luck... His face did not betray anxiety, but the left eyebrow rose in a sign of questioning.