Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20160326001252/@comment-5543592-20160331182059

"For their own personal space?" Zhang guessed, as the Stalker stepped out of one of the shadows from the corner of the room, along the same wall as the door.

"Human," it growled, voice like a dry leaf being crumbled, "you have changed nothing."

Zhang whirled around, pistol raised, the Stalker not three feet from him. It covered the distance in an instant, and indifferently backhanded the gun from Zhang's hand. The sound of the blow could be heard across the room. He slapped outwards with it's second arm, palm flat, slamming the golden-gauntleted hand into the Dragoon's chest, sending Zhang flying across the room, crashing among the desks in a flurry of paper.

It turned on Byron next, and began to move across the room at a languid walk.