Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20170504012353/@comment-5583506-20170529011243

DB Baxter wrote:

"I've never been threatened by you," Duncan said. "I've been way too close to you too many times for me to be worried anymore." Deaphanie playfully leaned her head against his shoulder. "I am somewhat of a guardian angel after all."

Ward just snorted in disapproval.

"Reinforcements?" Famian smacked with his lips, his stomach growling. He was hungry, but he wasn't that good of a fighter as his older siblings. If only Ward had been here with a gatling gun, mowing down enemies to the left and right. Famian would've had meals for days.

"Hmm..." he mumbled as he began to look around for good spots to set up some of his homemade concoctions. High-concentrated molecular acid was truly a marvel to behold up close.