Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26191607-20160820021957/@comment-27115455-20171111052205

Her stuffed body shuttered at the broken bot lying on the ground, a wave if confusion washing up on her as she watched Scythe so casually walk over the machine. Scythe had always come off as the adventurous type since the moment they meant, but Angie wasn't sure if her definition of "adventure" was still the same thing it was a few hours ago. She certainly didn't want to hurt anyone... or anything, for this matter, but was that just a part adventures?

Angie scorched her self around the robots, trying to show them some respect, although she knew they were just programmed metal. Or, at least, that's what she kept telling herself. She nearly bumped into Scythe in front of her, realizing she should probably stop staring at the robots on the ground and pay attention to where she's going. She backed up as she saw the the armour assembling itself around Scythe, and her grade darted from magic to robots to the sword glowing and slashing and-- Angie squeezed her eyes shut, not wanting to watch another one being sliced open.

One button slowly peered out to see if the fighting had stopped, and replied, a bit disheveled, "Oh, yeah, I, yeah, I am."