Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20170510201147/@comment-8397818-20170903205658

"By the Emperor." - Ceras thought.

He wanted to believe that the God of Man was aiding them in their time of hardship. But he knew that it was a fool's hope, nothing but a coincidence. They were lucky for now, for now...

"You should see all those mortal cowards, Karliel. They know that the angels of death are coming towards them, and so they run outside. The weak and the fragile." - Ceras said to Karliel, even though he knew that the berserker could not hear him.

The renegade had to distract himself from their vulnerability. One squad of men at arms with the right weapons was enough to put him down or even kill him and Karliel.

Ceras did not know were to go or what to do. He went where the legs led him. He tries to get as far from the fighting zones as possible.

He wondred, the man firinig behind him. Who was that? Mycos got lost, So was the militant mortal.

"It did not matter." - thought Ceras as he carried out Karliel and himself to the next area.