Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20180310221203/@comment-27550231-20180411052537

Praetor looks down at what could be Layoka and grimaces. There's no way he could know for certain, no way that this all could happen yet he was here. The feeling in hi gut, the gnawing at the back of his mind. It all told him to fight. It told him that this was not his child.

"I'd stop there if I was you."

Praetor raises his dagger pointing it at the little damphiphire, his heart sinking as he did so.

"I can't trust myself right now and if you know what's best for you you'd stand back."

Many times in his years with the Order had he encountered mental manipulation, visions and trickery inflicted by the mamono he hunted, but all fell to the blade as he ran through the ones he loved most and watching them turn into the monsters that plagued the world. Should Layoka get to close he was uncertain what he would do. Would he follow his instinct and attack risking the life of one he held on so dearly for what? A hunch? He was not sure but his blade was drawn and a drawn blade demands blood and it does not care for whence it flows. Only that it does.