Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25631224-20160221062657/@comment-26571677-20160314090838

Kinaver was ready to lose it, his blades were out, and ready to fight. Vale's words held truth behind it, but the thought of so many people losing their loved ones, to horrible, horrible deaths, it made his heart rage and boil with anger.

"You fucking bit-"

"Kinaver!"

He turned around to Valka, staring at him with her big, blue, cold eyes.

"In modern war, you will die like a dog for no good reason. A quote, from Ernest Hemingway. And it's right. YOu can't save them, nobody can, our only option, is to help those who remain. And we can only do that, only, by recapturing that town, from the Tempest Knight. Now, the truck is coming in ETA 30 seconds, you coming?"

He looked at her, staring for a moment, before nodding with a tightl lipped mouth.

"Okay, what do you want me to do?"

"Put your arm around my shoulder, and cover that wound as well as you can, blood on the leg is all well and good, but let them take a good gander, and they'll shoot you dead on the spot."

Following her instructions, he slung his arm over her, putting the leg with the fake wound behind his other leg, hiding it very well in the dark, so well that it looked like a wound, without any disfigurement.

Valka looked at Vale, staring straight into her brown eyes.

"Tell your men to shoot around me, not at me. I take a bullet, you'll have hell to pay for. Understand? Likewise for Kinaver, you can be tempted, but don't do it."

"When I give you the signal, that means I've cleared the truck out, and you can start piling your men in."

In the distance, she heard the rumble of a truck.

Go time.