Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-37523810-20181225230547/@comment-26545936-20181231010922

The armor just turned around to face him, "are you quite done Sir Fayard? You'll hurt yourself with the strain before you will actually manage to murder me." The considerable lack of emotions he felt, his simply nothingness... his darkness was intoxicating and yet...

He appeared to be a psychopath, and the mamono part of her refused to even consider him as a mate anymore. Like a machine he fought with such percision even when it was known to be quite fruitless to do so. This was useless, she had to see what he and these men were so focused on defending, the missionaries... they were perhaps more akin to executioners, if they were anywhere like dear Sir Fayard.

Which meant they were killing people for something different... and she didn't like that, perhaps they had magic to stop her, but how many with blades that were magical?

Whatever the case, she ignored the reactions of whoever was around her as she stomped and floated her way out of the crater and towards where Fayard and his men were coming out of. Perhaps finding a path and going down it if she found one in the first-place. "I have modified my decision Sir Fayard, you and whoever your working for are quite unstable and need to be brought to justice, I will stop you and them."

Nureta was simply disgusted with these people and this mamono... seemed powerful, like she could make a difference. But she didn't know where she was going.

"Oi! Cordis!" The helmet of the armor turned to look up in the trees, where the Nekomata lay. "Over here! Continue following me, I'll lead you to the village!" And so Nureta lept from tree to tree and Cordis increased the speed of her floating and stomps to this supposed town.