Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26245872-20141212151819/@comment-29458028-20141218073231

Fenrir, with telekinetically charged leaps and strides, crossed the mountains and rivers easily. He would still take pretty damned long to reach Sentinel, though. He tried to memorise what his masters taught him. Many, many skills. One obscure one was teleportation.

Fenrir closed his eyes and concentrated, remembered, thought of Sentinel. His body seemed to turn into living lightning, streaking into the sky. Moments later, a lightning bolt struck in Sentinel, leaving Fenrir where it struck. It was good it was a back alley with no one. Time to look for the man.