Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27226023-20150807001143/@comment-27235572-20150813163811

((Just going to pitch in my two cents here...

I haven't really been active lately in my RPs like I should be because of my writer's block. I didn't want to subject anyone to my pointless drivel until I found a point to it. So, Quinn was pretty much standing there. So, I devised a way to help in chat and Regan agreed to it. Sorry for the confusion ^_^))

Quinn got up, rubbing her chin tenderly. Her knees and elbows were scraped horribly and she was in a lot of pain, but she held on. It couldn't be worse than what the other people had gone through.

''Because you froze. Because you didn't help. Because you're not important and you never will be.'' The traitorous words rang in her mind. But, the worse part was that Quinn believed they were true.

Petra had finally moved across the room without anyone noticing her. She crept towards the witch, moving as silently as any reaper would, her stone face emotionless. She raised her arm (the one converted into a sword), ready to finish off this hag once and for all.