Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20160219232209/@comment-5543592-20160316234004

Once Tanner was a suitable distance away, he dashed into a building, an ancient three-story town house, dropping his mrrior and pulling the trashcan lid from his head.

His heart pounded in his chest and his breath came heavy. He was utterly terrified. And the dark creepy streets didn't help. He felt his way to a chair, the very front of the town house's room lit by moon light, and collapsed in it. He was breathing heavily from over exertion as much as fear. He didn't know how far he'd ran, only that he hadn't stopped sprinting.

Did that make him a coward, running from a fight?

He didn't think so. If he had stayed, he just be captured like the rest. Free as he was, he could try to save them.

Somehow.