Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20170103091405/@comment-26517142-20170524203446

As Cire checked Chee for injuries, Lila the Lambana flittered nearby. "If your metal friend won't listen, I think that head Aswang is. " Sh pointed towards the other tent flap. Balana suddenly reenters donning boned armor from head to toe, spikes growing from behind, and narrowing her eyes to Racer, the younger Aswang understood what she wanted her to do. She squeezes Cire Hominac's hand.

"We go. Mother stays."

The Elementals stare at her direction. "What? We're leaving?" They ask in unison. Racer nods and Balana walks to them. "You must leave. This will be a battlefield soon." She eyes Cire with a worried look. "And Makiling will not tolerate the presence of my daughter with you."