Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25763181-20131202083852/@comment-7497475-20131216024828

Walking into the room, Trystin didn't move to sit. Instead he went to Messer. Leaning in close, he whispered his words.

"If we don't get her out, we are tearing that place apart. But either way, they die."

He clapped a hand on Messer's shoulder, before moving off to the wall. His armour barely made a sound as he rested against it. There was a look of fury across his face, he couldn't hide it. The General probably knew he'd rip the place to shreds if Citrine was harmed, but he doubted they knew how far he'd go.

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She almost shivered at his words. Citrine found this guy creepy. As he left the room, she decided to try something. Shifting her centre of gravity, she started leaning the chair at different angles. Finding that the front left leg seemed to be the weakest, she began pulling at it with her leg.

''Come on, just one leg. That's all I need. I could kick your ass then you creepy bastard.''

Giving a little kick, she felt it move, but only a small amount. Citrine focused on weakening it, saving up for a better moment.