Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20150928220113/@comment-5543592-20151002201000

"No! Fuck you Mathias, you're the most important thing in my life and I'm not letting you become bird food! We can... I mean there's gotta be another way..."

Ragnar turned toward the sound.

"If you can think of one, name it..."

His armor clicked as he proceeded down the hall, club at the ready.

"We can't shoot them, there's two many and we'd be lucky if we got a shot in before we're swarmed! We can't run... You can run, I can shoot... Or you can run and leave me here or we can all stand here arguing until we all become fucking bird food!" Mathias snapped, breaking into a heavy coughing fit, that sounded far from healthy.

The Nord stepped into the room, his large frame taking up the door, even larger weapon blocking everyon else's way.

"Zaydate?" The Nord grumbled in confusion.