Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-16171938-20140218013938/@comment-24296957-20140424175525

Amet stopped Regda. Turning him around, Amet put his hand on the boy's shoulder. He nodded and locked eyes with him.

"Good luck."

Amet began his walk to the steeple, drawing Fenice in the process. The wind fluttered his hair and cape, sweeping to the side like a scene from a movie. Pulling out his scroll, he checked the battle plan. This would work. Two tacticians reviewed it.

After reaching the top of the steeple, he looked at Regda down on the ground. High above him, Amet closed his eyes and began to meditate. He smiled.

Not a bad place to be praticing Kindoturi, if I say so myself...