Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25363089-20171129030741/@comment-13488655-20171230191627

"...... I gotta build myself up from the ground up again...." Flint sighed as his hand weakly held onto Margrit's after seven seconds. She could sense that the boy's aura was rising but it was weak. His back wasn't going to make a full recovery. Any future combat may even prove quite risky. That jetpack was designed for this. He was kept alive mostly as an insult. Burning salt to his wounds. He didn't join them, so they took away the thing that ment the most to him.

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".... What happened?" Arthur asked Nickelae as he walked up from behind. All hecould sensewas the boy's anger and hatred.