Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-13488655-20160817222408/@comment-25363089-20161123235519

Margrit coughed and hacked something up and spat out some mucus like subtance onto the ground. "No why would i listen to a Atlasian Doctor. Guy probably would have replaced my lungs with robotics; not gonna happen.". Margrit told flint as she got ready. She cracked her fingers and took the first step towards Nickelae.

While Nickelae spun his sword around him to confuse her. Then they clashed but it was clear Margrit had the edge when the crossed swords and she was holding back testing her son's limits and looking for a opening to explotit just like Flint. "How could you do that to Flint. You knew his hand was badly hurt mother!". Nickelae told his mom clearly angery with her. "I was showing him what the real world is like Nickelae. For you see.".

Margrit pushed forward on her sword forcing nickelae back a few paces. "In this world showing weakness of any kind can lead to getting hurt. Either yourself or those around you!". Margrit told Nickelae as she came back at him slightly swinging her sword as nickelae brought his down in a downward motion they classhed but margrit simply pushed nickelae's down to the ground and punched him in the face with her other hand.

Nickelae went on the defensive now shooting out bolts of dust at his mother. Margrit deflected them with her sword. "That still doesn't give you the right to hurt him like that. What if you went to far and made it so he could never use that hand again?". Nickelae asked his mother. " Then I feel bad for the boy. But guess what nickelae. There are hunters out there who loose limbs everyday if they can get over it. So could he if not then he just wasn't cut out for it.". Margrit told Nickelae matter of factory.