Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-16171938-20140221140509/@comment-24481083-20140319072859

Winds....

The idea struck him like a sledgehammer, not before he noticed Feng desperately jumping for his weapon. Pushing aside the picture of a dog after a bone, he spun around, dragging Tempus through the rough winds and lashing at Feng's prone weapon, watching with satsifaction as it neared the exact spot with furry. The general idea? To keep Feng away from his weapon as long as possible; plus it kinda looked funny.

" I guess I'm not the only one who's attached to their weapons! Chase it! Go on, chase! " he yelled with positive humour in him, watching Feng diving for it.

" It's the small things that makes me laugh it really does."