Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20160820182648/@comment-25808351-20160831150050

(Meanwhile) Outside Rhun and I make our way through the burning streets, following the sound of a sword and shouts. The cracking of burning buildings accompanies my boots against the cobblestone. Rhun maintains a polite and reserved silence as me walk. I feel bad for not trying to stir up a conversation, but it is not the time to attempt pleasantries, not after Armata brought my past to light. It isn't long before we see the stiletto of a giant tearing through reverted Mamono. As much as I want to stop Praetor, part of me feels it is for the best. These Mamono have lost their husbands and families, in this state they are at least blind to it. To turn them back would only bring out that pain, that thought makes me remember the Hellhound I saved earlier, perhaps I acted too quickly, I can only assume she is ok.

Rhun has a concerned look about her and she gestures for me to speak up. Having hesitated enough, I call out to the man of black steel. "Praetor!" The giant figure in the smoke stops, I can see the figure's foot atop a carcass, a large sword buried into the body. Slowly that figure turns moves toward me and Rhun. Till at last we see Praetor in full glory. The giant suit of armor is saturated in blood, I can smell it all over. "Rhun and I have come to fetch you, the group will be moving out soon." I say with strength.