Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26104528-20170312033542/@comment-13488655-20171120140007

"..... When I was dying..... I could have sworn I smelled something, very familiar to me..... A type of pasta dish me and my mother often cooked..... I.... Don't really know how to put it." Kurai replied to Estella, not really sure how to explain his near death experiance. It was, uneasy to open himself up like this but he wasn't even sure how long he was gonna live. A short life wasn't meant to hold secrets.

"..... Well..... Dang....." Was all Gretel could mutter in reply, unsure how to reply to Kurai's comment. To her that was one spooky statement to make.

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While the bullets, lightning strikes and missiles flew, a wall of thick glass rose up infront of the projectiles, making a huge explosion of smoke and glass that the riders used carefully as a smokescerrn to hide their visual movements.

As they rode off, each of the members of the attackers spit up, heading towards the dense forest areas to lost their pursuers. It was a smart tactic. If they pursued, each member could quickly set up an ambush with their semblance. If not pursued, they'd meet up somewhere and try to make another plan of attack. At least this time they knew what weapons these Realm members were using. And they knew that no matter what path they took, they'd be trying to head towards the valley. Specifically the Silverwood residence.

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Tyrian remained quiet as she accepted the chocolate, offering some of it to her little brother as  her mother petted her for comfort. She was quite shy. Reasonable considering what just happened.

"Easy Wolfe! A number of them do have good hearing!" Everest cautioned his friend, glancing slightly as he tried to keep his body language calm and controled. Still, he had to agree with Wolfe. This link with their enemy had to end.

"..... If his men get clear and tell him, he'll already know that I'm onto him..."