Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24147026-20131219180233/@comment-24147026-20131219201631

He jumped in fright at the sound of the explosion, clutching the Wicker Bane to the point of pain. Millions of different scenarios and thoughts swam through his head, as he tried to comprehend what he was up against. Deciding to take a more proactive approach, Jonathan cautiously slid his head out the doorway of the room, hoping to catch a glimpse of who it was; instead he was met with the dust of what once was a concrete floor. Barely making out anything, let alone someone who could attack him, Jonathan retreated to his hiding spot. However, as soon as he became settled again, he heard the plea for assistance; waging his chances of it being a trap or not, he decided to respond.

"I find that hard to believe." His voice came out shakily, he was a bit taken back by the sound of it, but continued. "I'm not quite sure I can trust you, what guarantee do I have, that I won't be struck down as soon as I "help" you?"