Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-22854550-20160416005025/@comment-22854550-20160509041751

Ferrum dodged, experienced in lance users as his partner is -- urk, was? -- one. Not quite the same, but similar enough that he'd anticipated the strike.

Mormo. Mormo. Mormo. He knew he could trust that crazy bitch to the end of world. Even though she'd doubted him at the beginning, they warmed up to each other quickly and tore apart their enemies with gusto and grace.

He didn't even know if she was still alive. What was he even doing here?

Why was he thinking? Punching was easier.

He threw Remina aside and clambered past the asshole's spear/shield, leaping on him like an angry chimpanzee.

"Don't you dare talk to me like that, you little bitch! You think you're some kinda big shot, huh!?" He ranted. Whined. Whatever.