Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-24487330-20151127182015/@comment-24487330-20151129063654

"Who's acting," queried Marcus as the salamander talked down to him. "Whatever...Just shut up and draw your weapon." And she did...just not the kind of weapon he was expecting. "Really," he couldn't help but ask rhetorically. Letting himself be distracted by that was his first and final mistake, as the mamono attacked him while he was off-guard; he had no hope of even mitigating the dropkick and was knocked out almost instantly...

...A sharp pain in his cheek brought Marcus back to his senses. The first thing he noticed was that blood was rushing to his head, which led to the subsequent discovery that he'd become a piñata. The next was that the salamander woman was hell-bent on beating the snot out of him, and she was planning to do so with...a soccer ball, of all things. He couldn't find much strength in his arms to struggle against her, so he was stuck listening to her monologue about toughening him up. Then she began her assault, driving the ball with one foot at high speed. Without room for maneuverability, Marcus really was vulnerable, and he took the strike right in the face. It struck his cheek and bounced away, and tears immediately welled up in his eyes from the stinging pain.

When he found his voice again, Marcus had only one word, a question: "Why?" This might demand some explanation, and if so, he'd elaborate, "Why would you waste your time doing something so dumb? It can't be worth your effort...What do you care if I have 'courage', anyway? It doesn't have anything to do with you in the first place..." Whatever he had planned to do in this place, he was obviously reluctant to make her a part of it...