Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-933831-20140512031528/@comment-4681758-20140709191309

Without hesitating for a moment, Ciarán wrapped himself around the children in the room, using himself as a human (Or Faunus, rather) shield, taking as much of Stjarnstill's fireball as he could. Despite being very badly burned at this point, he willed himself to keep going, and summoned every last ounce of his strength to get the kids to the fire escape, each step becoming more strenuous as his body began to feel heavier and heavier. Eventually making it to the fire escape, he told the kids, "Go.  Find your families, and get out of here.  Now." Most of them followed his instructions immediately, but a little blonde girl looked back at him for a moment.

"...Thank you."

"GO!!!"

Slowly turning around, Ciarán reached for his grapnel gun as he looked back at Stjarnstill.

"...This is what you don't get, Dustin.  You call yourself a god.  You think that you're the greatest thing to ever happen to this world.  You think everyone else on this planet exists to serve you.  But the truth is: You.  Are.  Nothing.  A psychopath with delusions of grandeur.  And when you die, no one will be at your grave to mourn your passing.  Not even that prisoner you call a sister.  THAT is the difference between you and me.  You think others exist for you.  I exist for others.  You can kill me, but what I am will never die.  There will always be someone like me, someone who stood up to the face of evil and said 'Enough.'  I may not be a hero, but I rest my head knowing others need me, and I am there for them.  I'm just a new face.  The Bat is immortal."

"I may not be able to end your madness tonight, but mark my words: Your time is coming."

Finishing his speech, Ciarán brought up what little strength he had left, he jumped off the fire escape, and fired his grapnel gun towards the alley where the Pale Horse was parked, and started the engines as quickly as he could.