Post by Isley on Mar 25, 2016 1:21:52 GMT
Isley rolled his body to the left, rolling it as his feet twisted to meet the creature’s gaze. He exhaled deeply as the wounded creature came back around, its tucks bent down low in the effort to catch him unaware. The swede looked stern…an undercurrent of worry gracing his features as memories still lingered in his thoughts…his focus far away from the battle. Where Lucia was using the monotonous grind as a means of silencing these powerful thoughts, it seemed that Isley was taken by them…the final weeks of life prior to his entrapment wearing on him. The financier growled a moment, as the tusk scraped the swordsman’s thigh…a shallow wound opening from the sharpened tooth of the fast moving monster, his thoughts more of an enemy than the simple mob that her faced. His feminine features tensed as the red digital mark was placed over him…his HP gauge reflecting the hit along with the associate pain shooting through his brain. He dropped his foot back to steady himself as the feeling numbed...his nimble feet finally shooting forward to thrust the curved scimitar forward…catching the creature in the hind leg to finally bring it down. The second hit had removed the last bit of that particular threat as it exploded into pixels…the lowered health bar a reminder of the consequences of losing focus, even for a fleeting moment. |
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