Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-11588669-20131011025520/@comment-11588669-20131016225750

"Yeah...you okay?" He asked, voice laced with worry. Nevermind that he was splattered with blood. And by God, he hoped that she wouldn't look at the corpse. He really didn't want that.

He turned to the VIP, and strapped his gauntlets back into place. The armoring for about half of his hands were drenched in ichor. They made moving the digits a bit more difficult, but he could still work with it.

The teenage mercenary walked to the hostage, and examined him. Skinny, with pale skin, dark hair and eyes, he wasn't all that much to look at. At least to Nox. Shrugging to himself, the teen set to removing the captives bonds.