Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-28718853-20170613203006/@comment-30700719-20170615112940

"Oh my...honey? Why do you look like a Jinko with a Hellhound paint job?" She walks over to me, almost crushing me with a hug. "Oh, I accidentally found my way into an underground fight club. There were these two gangs, made up of Jinkos and Hellhounds, and I got...caught in the crossfire. I think there may have been a Dark Mage there as well...." The sounds of armor tinkling outside rouses my attention. "We gotta get outta here!" We rush out the front door, straight into some guards. "HAL-" The dude gets kicked in the face by a large black foot, and is closely followed by the others. Grabbing a knife from one of them, I keep going. We blend in with the crowd, and I lead my wife to a back alley. "Are you really that eager?" she asks. "No! We need to get on the rooftops, and it's going to draw attention on the street!" She nods in agreement, and knits her fingers together. I place one foot on her hands, and get vaulted into the air, shooting over the roof by a good six feet. I come down with a thump, and my wife simply wall jumps up to me. "Sorry. I didn't know I was that strong." I give her an accusatory glare, thinking back to the cell door. "Well, we can use the rooftops to escape the town. Once we're gone, we can make up for...lost time."