Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28718853-20200409224613/@comment-30014014-20200521175207

(Sorry. Laptop froze midway and kinda bummed me out)

"By the cup of his hand, this is getting somewhat overwhelming for his servant", ''the man comments as he notice a vomit of acid dropping unto Lance. Holding his free hand out, he spreads his second protective dome, the Sheltering Hand over the morphed young man just as the corrosion was centimeters from splashing all over his shifted figure.''

''Once again, it puts a strain over his focus as continual damage from the rolling element wasn't something he was prepared for, nor had trained for yet. Regardless, looking to the escapees, he now sees them waving and pointing an a derelict mine, just yearning to shelter a peddling warrior monk.''

Taking his struggled in strides, he begins sprinting straight past Lance, his voice carrying his suggestion "Young man, may I suggest that we seek shelter where the escapees are going for? I do not think we have the fortress' endurance to bear anymore from this lifeless legion, least of all their commanding entity".