Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-2193950-20140413214454/@comment-9087084-20140420015436

"Do I wish to. . .what?" Not really concerned about the word's meaning, Marianne tossed a few fistful of flames in the robot's faces. The fire was strong, but not enough to completely stop them, and Marianne took a few steps back from their outstretched arms.

A slice found itself in the chest of the closest robot, and soon more slashes followed. Greg twirled his blades in his hands, once more taking a defensive position between Marianne and the robots. They wanted her. Hell, everyone so far had wanted her.

"Unrestrained freedom? Oh no. No, we are not doing this crap again." Greg activated the second function of his weapons, and the edge of his blades opened up into an achor shape. A bolt of energy shot from the sword, landing into the open slash of the lead robot, knocking it back.

"Reciting melancholic words in a poetic tone? No, I think I've dealt enough with that kind of stuff, thank you."

It really was annoying to the third year. Because as far as he was concerned, only one person was allowed to recite such distrubing lines. And Greg really didn't want to be reminded of that damned coyote.