Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26052600-20160302043959/@comment-26852465-20160305072324

The Baphy's eye twitched.. she had confidence in her strength. As a Baphomet, she was so strong.. yet she had fear in her heart. This boy.. screw the rest of Overwatch, but the boy.. he had such hatred in his heart.. such intent to kill.. she feared that she'd be killed in just one attack. As much as she wanted to defend her village, her livelihood.. but with a small bow of her head, she turned to the other soldiers.. the other citizens.

"Everyone! Get what you can carry, and come through this portal! We're leaving for Royal Makai!" Somewhat confused... the others complied. They walked towards the portal. As the Baphomet turned.. she whispered to Armstrong.

"If you're staying behind to combat them... do not let that boy escape alive. People with nothing but hatred in their hearts cannot be saved." Maybe she was wrong.. but that was how she saw it. With that.. she was the first one of the town to enter Royal Makai. The rest soon followed. The Matango was the last.. since she was rooted to the ground, but somehow, she managed.