11-07-2019, 01:06 PM
[align=center][div style="bgcolor= black; width: 500px; font-family: georgia;font-size:12px;text-align:justify"]Further, further, kill him. Words echoed in Roman's mind as Trojan grew stronger and stronger, powers beginning to gain traction and control, and then Selby spoke, and it all shattered. Roman became outraged at himself and stole complete control from Trojan, and his ears pinned to the back of his head. He's a medic? He's here simply to watch and heal, and not to fight? Why didn't Roman see that earlier? Why didn't he recognize the bag at the feline's side and the heavy stench of herbs clouding him? He didn't have much time to think about it, for soon enough he hears his groupmate's call, and he heard the sound of Delilah yelling for him to duck - something he would not have given someone warning for - and in front of Roman a large wall of water shot out in front of him, in an attempt to shield himself from the rocks and dirt that came his way. Though it blocked some of them, it wasn't all, and he was showered in rocks - and now mud - just enough for him to regain movement, and run.
He was ashamed, and he was scared, and he no longer wanted to be here, for the fear of Trojan gaining full control in this fight. So he ran away, deciding that he needed to go somewhere else, somewhere out of the Pitt. Once again, Roman was running away from his troubles instead of facing them head-on.
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He was ashamed, and he was scared, and he no longer wanted to be here, for the fear of Trojan gaining full control in this fight. So he ran away, deciding that he needed to go somewhere else, somewhere out of the Pitt. Once again, Roman was running away from his troubles instead of facing them head-on.
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