Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20190827204408/@comment-24510587-20190831192922

Emile froze, hammer poised to strike. The woman was standing face to face with a man who didn't look half bad himself, were it not for the grime and blood covering every inch of him... and the look with which he was staring at her. His eyes betrayed bewildered anxiety, not unlike that of a deer caught in the headlights (wait, what are those?). The knight seemed like he could do one of three things right now: cave Lysilde's skull in anyway, run away, or merely collapse in an exhausted heap.

He did none of those three things. He merely remained frozen in place, fight-or-flight instincts seemingly unable to decide whether to fight or to fly.

"Alv!" Yen exclaimed, as the bird flew off. She skipped over to him and wrapped her arms around him in an embrace.