Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31049256-20170816034817/@comment-28718853-20170828012515

(S9/Prize Booth) Xinderas nods and points to the water guns saying, "Yes, I am interested in winning those."

(S9/Alice) Dravela steps up and places her paw on the desk with a smile. "Just my fists and claws, nothing more," she says as she takes the pen and begins to fill out her information on the form. She has one eye on the Alice and asks, "Forgive me for my curiousity, but this is my first time doing the Hunt. Are we fighting in teams or are we fighting individually?"

(Flame) "Bow out sweetie, against a warrior like Marcus Jaghund, you'll have no chance," the Manticore tells Forjod. "But Mom, I have the powers of the wind and a gun at my disposal, which..."

"Which will be totally useless against him. You're still a beginner in the arts of wind magic and he'll hold against it like an iron wall.  One punch from him, and you're down and out," the Manticore interrupts. "But Mom, I may still be learning the ways of the wind, but I can use my speed to avoid him," Forjod claims, hoping to persuade his unconvinced mother, who shakes her head and mutters, "This is a man who can knock down buildings with his fists. Your wife may be able to go toe-to-toe with him because she's a Hellhound, but you..."

She smirks and adds in a soft tone, "What if you get hit so hard that you fly into something like a wall or a tree. What if you wind up breaking your neck when you hit an object that hard, what if the impact kills you!"

Forjod appears stumped at her mother's questioning of him. He stayed frozen and silent, his mind in a debate over if participating in the Hunt would be such a good idea after all.