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originally posted in:The New Dojo
10/1/2016 6:23:19 PM
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[i]Alon had already jumped up, having rolled over her and held his hands out to his sides to block the blast with his body. Seeing the wall rise up caught him off guard, and he looked back at her as the bomb went off with a look of admiration. The explosion didn't faze him much, but the ones that went off in neighbouring buildings did. [/i]
It's the thought that counts, yeah?
[i]Her thoughts wandered on why he put himself willingly in harms way to block the explosive, possibly a fatal error, since he seemingly didn't plan on using magic at all. But he was already up and out the now dramatically expanded window with or without her. Right before he jumped out, he yelled back to her.[/i]
C'mon! He can't be that far ahead if he just threw it.
[i]A gleam of excitement shone in his eyes; the hidden sadness of death on the horizon irking him, but he was already ready to move on. It was obvious he's been through much, much worse.[/i]
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[i]Alyssa watched Alonfé in awe, wondering to herself as he threw himself into harms way for a person he barely knew. The look in Alon's eyes made Alyssa think; how could somebody remain so calm, even excited, during the heat of battle? She grit her teeth, and sprinted for a cardboard box. Not thinking, she pulled out a few random articles of clothing, swiftly changing from her loose pajamas into tight, skinny jeans, a loose, white button-up shirt, and brown boots. Alyssa ran up to the window after changing, jumping out after Alonfé, landing with a hard thunk. She stood up, looking around for anybody suspicious.[/i] "They might've ran," [i]Alyssa murmured, sighing.[/i] ((Short reply, I'm tired))
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[i]Alon smiled to her, looking her up and down. It wasn't what he'd call the best combat apparel, but then again, here he was in a muscle shirt and sweatpants. Waving her over, he decided to just run to her; he grabbed her arm, pulling her in the direction of an aura he sensed. It couldn't have gone far.[/i] Warehouse 286; know of a place like that? That's what I heard the guy in the telegraph say, at least. [i]Raising his arm, he drew quick strokes in the air, the lines hanging as a soft blue light as he formed a quick and simple rune in less than a second. Pushing it forward like a huge button, it dissipated as Alyssa was covered in a soft light; her legs felt lighter, and she could feel her mana restoring.[/i] So you can hopefully keep up; I'm a fast runner. Let's go, Lisa! [i]He took off at a sprint, surprisingly fast for his height and weight; almost unheard of, even. The ground crunched under his steps as he took off with force between each lengthy stride, and when Alyssa found it in herself to run too, she found her so going forward with speed that matched his. The cool night air struck at their lungs like a hammer on a gong, but it pricked at their minds until they were fully attentive. Smoke and fire rose from the neighbouring buildings; although, other warriors and legends were already awake and looking around as they put out the hazards. Alon smiled. It had been quite some time since he'd been out and about with another person; although it was under dangerous circumstances, he couldn't help but laugh. This was why he came to the Dojo; so he wouldn't be alone.[/i] You know what we're looking for at all? I mean, I'm just following whoever I think did this; you remember anything else from the telegraph? [i]His voice came out clear, not jarring at all from the sustained sprint. Conditioning for him seemed top-notch; the more he seemed to surprise her, the more questions she had about him. How he came here, why he was here; and even the dark arts intrigued her. In due time, she'd ask these questions; but the matter at hand was quite urgent.[/i]
