Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-17970636-20140529203447/@comment-23309369-20140607003030

Morti was slightly uneasy about having someone riding on his back, which was obvious by his standing back up straight quickly, though not with enough speed to jostle his passenger too much. "N-now wait a minute," he stammered as he turned his head to look at the faunus now clinging to his frame's shoulder," I don' think that's the best idea..."

After stammering out excuses for a few more seconds he looked at the others, as if they could present a way to convince the student that this was a flawed plan, very much so in fact. Looking at his hands he sighed, his nervous demeanor suddenly shifted into one of extreme seriousness. "Look I'm strictly close-quarters," he stated while looking right at Stephan," you being there in combat means i can't use my full range of movement... or my weapon for that matter, which can be fatal for the two of us."

Morti shrugged at the student. "If you wanna skip out on walkin' fair enough," he said seriously, suddenly he pointed at Stephan, Zivot's free arm shifted and mimed the action, the large robotic finger stopped less than a foot away from Stephan's face," but I tell ya to get offa me you do it...alright?"