Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25924729-20151120095928/@comment-26571677-20151123045952

Everything was a painful mess of colours and shapes. All the lines were blurry and unfocused. And he wanted to vomit and sleep, confusingly at the same time. Something was holding him back. The figure next to him. They were wearing a...blue...hoodie.

It was Zhu-Li. And he felt a wave of grief, which was soon followed by anger. Why had she come after him? Idiot. But he suspected that he should be grateful, and that he was. It wasn't over though, not until everyone was back safely.

He assessed his situation, two guards either side. His hands were cuffed and behind him. His concussion wasn't getting any better, and he wouldn't be able to both escape and carry Zhu-Li in his condition. But he could make sure that one of them got to escape, and he sure as hell wouldn't be leaving his teammate to the enemy's mercy. He had made a promise that she wouldn't go through torture ever again.

He spread open his fingers, and a sphere of distortion covered the back seats. It alerted the guards that were watching him and Zhu-Li, but the people in the front seats wouldn't hear anything. He used the couple of seconds of confusion to quickly kick in one of the guards' faces. As the other fumbled with his gun, he head-butted him in the face, rendering him instantly unconscious.

Now, to deal with these handcuffs, no keys, they weren't stupid, but there was a pistol on the seat next to him, dropped by one of the goons. He edged himself closer and closer, reaching for it, and hoping against hope that he could reach it. His prayers were answered as he felt the grip and the metal.

He took a couple of deep breaths, working himself up, this was gonna hurt...with a flash, but no familiar bang, the handcuffs blew off, taking a small chunk of skin and flesh with it. Asper screamed in pain, or would, if the sound hadn't been muted entirely. He grasped it firmly, preventing the blood from flowing more.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw his teammate open her eyes, slowly, sluggishly, she had probably taken a hit too. Saving him. Another reason why he couldn't allow here to stay here, he was indebted to her, not a feeling he liked.

He unclaimed his Zeracts, and applied them awkwardly around her waist. It wasn't very tight, but it would hold. He then proceeded to take out Arkhalis, and crack open her handcuffs. He then left it deep in her pockets, a momento, he supposed. They would need something to bury.

She was fully awake now, and he had to act fast, before she figured out what was going on. He set his Zeracts to launch, aiming for the nearest building. One last thing, he hugged his friend tightly, enjoying her warmth. It was the warmth of the one, true person that he would give anything for, even his life. It was probably for the last time, ever.

He looked deep into her widened eyes, and pressed 'Launch'.