Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20170530194819/@comment-5543592-20170614001759

The Knight was still standing there, stone still, watching for any signs of movement. An ancient monorail traincar was parked on the rail to his back.

The city streets were eerily quiet, the pumping of his own blood the only thing in Will's ears, and it was rushing, beating faster, as if rising on a single note of intensity. One false movement meant incineration in a nuclear inferno.