Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25924729-20150821064137/@comment-25924729-20150824095359

As the lightning bolt exploded, Vale was forced to shield her eyes from the sudden bright glow, momentarily losing sight of the targets. When she recovered, the window was a charred crater, but they were gone. She frantically searched for them, and finally spotted the pair on the ground below. They must've jumped.

The boy was unmoving. Is he dead? No, the girl took great pains to hide his limp body, so his must be alive. Vale released her grip on the wall and sailed gently to the ground, landing in a catlike crouch, thanks to the Gravity Dust in her legs.

Once landed, an idea struck her. Wait... The boy is knocked out... I can finish him off easily now... But the girl, her primary target, was getting away. She wrestled with indecision for a moment.

''....Screw it. She's the higher priority. Kill her first, and maybe come back for the boy later. He's not going anywhere after all..... ''With that, she drew her knife and ran after her prey.

She found the target waiting for her in the courtyard, no longer running, but facing her.'' A last stand? Sacrificing herself as a distraction? How sweet....''

Vale entered a fighter's crouch, knife poised, every tattoo in her body glowing in anticipation of a fight. "The Cult sends their regards. Prepare to die, Sinner."