Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-19164168-20191116082731/@comment-24530992-20200103165552

There wasn’t many signs of life anywhere save for the dead bodies of the Cabal. Bastian closed his eyes, trying to listen for the presence of his two assailants. As a precaution, he decided to produce his clone, ordering it to go up ahead slightly and have it act dead. It had a massive gash on its back, making it seem as if it were actively bleeding out. It would be a good enough distraction for him.