Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20170708203641/@comment-5583506-20170718231625

Ward wasn't the slightest fazed by the monster. He acted swiftly, pulling his combat knife from his belt as he slit open the palm of his hand, smearing its blood over one of the explosives Famian had given him, expecting that the beast would be fooled by its smell and taste.

He then pulled the trigger, aimed for the gaping mouth of the creature and threw it in there with all his might.

"Enjoy the dinner, freak", he growled.

He wasn't as much concerned for his own well-being as he was for Duncan's. He would be back... eventually. Duncan however just had a one-way-ticket. And Deaphanie would surely be upset if something happened outside of her control of the casualty continuum... at least for a while. He knew his sister so well.

"Allow me, good sir", Famian said, before receiving a harsh slap at the back of his head by Pestin.

Morty didn't want to stay still in Deaphanie's arms. Likely the cub could tell that something bad was about to happen.

"Shush, little one", Deaphanie ensured the tiger. "You are with me now, and I won't let anything happen to you."