Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31749612-20170713054904/@comment-31336039-20170717081536

John saw a silhouette out of the corner of his eye and almost swear on hearing that she was looking for him. John began to recite mentally his own personal invocation, as every time he stood in ambush during his past games. "I'm a fern, nobody notices me."

Moving discreetly (very slowly) his wrist to maintain the silhouette in the axis of shooting. Trying not to look directly at his target, to avoid triggering some kind of sixth sense.

Although he desperately needed help, his recent experience had taught him that everything was hostile to some degree on this area / world.