Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24296957-20160303004409/@comment-24296957-20160321210055

Amet quickened his pace along with the wolf, the feed from his scroll still running with the tournament. Another pair of top fighters entered the ring. He shifted the weight of his sword and checked the stock of his ammo once more. Preparedness was a key to survival, after all.

"I do not need your nose to feel this darkness pressing on. But tell me, wolf," Amet asked as they rounded another corner, "what does it smell like? Something isn't right, and my mind can't wrap itself around it. You know I cannot stand when that happens. I need more information."

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Rozu chuckled as Shiro gave her command of the two. In a way, she liked the leader's disposition - how he simply handed the torch and happily went his own way. Rozu smiled.

"Well, you know what this means, you two. The big man gave me the stick, so you have to follow my orders!" Rozu stated.

"Ah, but what if I told you," Aurus replied, "you were in my house, with my own rules? Who's the one with the stick now?!"