Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-13488655-20140613195455/@comment-1618120-20140726111219

Hearing the buzzer, Fernando quickly put his SMG back into it's holster. He started to dust himself off as he listened to Ranna's review of their teamwork. Fernando looked down at the floor to cover his face and headed towards Darren who was on the floor. Taking out his hand, Fernando offered to help him up off the ground. He was smiling as he did this too.

Falling onto the floor, Darren didn't take of his gas mask. He was a bit beaten up about him being useless as Fernando but he wasn't that bothered about him being killed. Darren looked at Fernando's hand. "Wait, aren't we like sworn enemies? Why would you help me? Even after I made you slip and may have sent a questionable email to you." Darren wondered as he grabbed his hand. Standing up from the floor, Darren shook Fernando's hand. "Because of my own code of fighting, once you shake my hand it makes you my rival." Darren decided smiling happily as he walked towards his teammates.

Retracting her harpoons back as the buzzer went off, Imogen placed her weapon back in it's holster. She could smell the stink now. "Awh, that reeks." Imogen groaned as she removed the gas mask off. She listened to Ranna's review and then had an image of the battle. "To avoid being hit. The point of the compulsory training I had was to increase my stamina. If I rush in, what would I have learned from that training?" Imogen asked as she walked of the stage sighing.