Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26852465-20160407172439/@comment-25547106-20160430012314

Dreadnought nods, gripping his axe in both hands as Mel held on his shoulders, keeping out of view. If he went Berserk, it would be her job to hide and calm him down afterward. His lack of a sense of touch made this easy, and he wasn't particularly observant, meaning hiding from him was easy as well, even with her endowments. Dreadnought lowers his travel pack to the ground, pulling from it a small orb. Pressing his armored thumb against the side, it made a soft clang before it began to glow. He releases his grip on the orb and it hovers up to float beside him, illuminating everything within 50ft. with light, as though a miniature sun orbited around him. Now fully prepared, he turns towards the others and catches up with long, lumbering footsteps.