Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24296957-20140929032244/@comment-16171938-20140929040407

Regda set aside his barrel snake, grabbing a cloth as he wiped down Medea's silver-esk barrels. He tilted it over, seeing where a scratch lay. The faunas growled, thinking back to the fight with Idina.

I should have won that fight, if only....

Regda stood up, laying Medea on the bed as he grabbed his scroll from his trenchcoat, which was drapped over a nearby chair. He had figured out how exactly his opponent had controlled electricity as she had. It was the one thing he hadn't unlocked, his aura. He was untrained in it's odd abilities, and knew the good it could do in battle. He sighed, sitting back down in his bed as he opened his scroll.

Time to call in an old favor.

He pulled up Amet's name, and hit the dial button.