Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24416658-20160107051055/@comment-24416658-20160430175057

Amil's hand did shoot out, but his wrist was grabbed and held tight. A grunt was heard, and the man quite literally threw Amilanthior with all of his strength, still disappearing in the night.

"Faunus, huh?" The man said, his voice echoing, "That's an advantage." His voice bounced everywhere, making it difficult to pinpoint the location.

"Let's fix that."

Out of nowhere, he appeared behind Vale, wrapping a cloth over her eyes and tightening it hard, right before kicking her hard in the back, pushing her forward with her foot.

"Don't take that off, now," he advised, "If your friend over here," the man kicked out at Amil, connecting with his stomach, "Can't see, then you can't either. I don't appreciate people cutting my clothing." A loud banging noise rang out, and continued.

"You're a Pilgrim now!" The man's voice was deafening. "You'll be in battle! You'll have noise! You don't get a break!" He skirted around, unseen, striking at the two and quickly moving back.

(Roll with it, something's coming up ;)