Board Thread:Role Plays (Adult)/@comment-5290299-20140329171744/@comment-5290299-20140420033558

Krishna was intrigued by the bloodlust radiating from the boy.

"Interesting. What drives this desire to kill Harbinger?" The chains were turning at a rapid rate, blocking the shots as he awaited the moment to strike. The boy relied on those firearms to fight mid to close range possibly.

"Dammit, we can't even get close to them!!" Zaffre cursed as she was forced to the side lines, the two mercenaries having forgotten about Zaffre and Putrea being there. The ninja gritted his teeth.

Liadan was there teammate, they had the right to kill that assassin, not him!!

A small beep alerted him as he quickly took out the item.

His eyes widened at a simple line. The scroll dropped to the ground.

Unfolding his weapons once more the ninja charged at the assassin.

"Stand down Harbinger this fight is mine!!" A rage unfounded took over the boy's mind as he slashed at the Assassin, his blades meeting his as he used the golum to deflect the blasts of Ric's guns in succession.

Zaffre was baffled. Putrea never acted like this! Then she saw it, the scroll on the ground.

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Auburn was typing away at a holographic computer, medical herbs and various medicines by his side. He had only learned now that the venom was in her system. The spike barely missed her kidney, but he had to act fast. Every second was another step of Liadan reaching death';s door.

"Dammit!" His curse echoed through the room as he hastily put together an antidote. He had only one chance to make it. It took more than twenty minutes to make, but he didn't have that time!

Thankfully there were items prepared to shorten the wait, allowing him to make it in less than five. He didn't know if God was out there but silently thanked him and prayed that Liadan would make it. She was growing pale every second he wasted. Her breaths were short and the wait between inhale and exhale long.

Auburn placed the antidote in a syringe. Without hesitation he punctured a hole in Liadan's skill, dumping the contents of the needle into her system.

Thirty seconds passed. Then a full minute, five minutes. Time continued to pass. Ten minutes arrived, all Auburn could do was watch the heart monitor record every pulse as it died out.

One single, long beep signaled the end of the battle.

It would take the boy three minutes longer to alert the other team members of the girl's heart beat.