Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24260323-20150805012917/@comment-7489529-20151002003113

Just as the two White Fang goons prepared to strike, Seager caught whiff of something. A coppery sort of scent that was rather unfamiliar to him, but he had certainly smelled it before. Blood and aura pumping through his veins, Seager moved suddenly, grasping the heads of the two White Fang members, and throwing them into a nearby wall. Seager had caught the scent of blood, and the occupants of this ship, be they friend or foe, would do well to clear him a path. Roaring, he jumped upwards, slashing with Lamia Anchor to open a hole in the ceiling. Leaping through, Seager had made it to the upper deck. Around him, several of the other mission members were squaring off against a large, imposing mecha. However, Seager cared not for the large machination, rather, what was inside. Even through the layers of armor, Seager could smell the fear and weakness of the machine's pilot. Sure, it was masked by the layer of adrenaline and bravado that comes with piloting these machines, but that mattered not. Pupils fully dilated, Seager dove into the fray.