Gin moves up in a fury and swings his blade.
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The vicegrip Gin had given his blade was rubbing his hands raw. He decided to give them a break holding it gingerly with the right. " Safu isu goodo. Danger isu aruwaisu there. "
I apologize for my absence, as it was greatly unplanned and annoying. In Kalamazoo, where I currently live, there was a power outage at first about 10 days ago for about 2 days, I was able to use the uni because the campus had generators for most of the important functions. Then not long after it happened AGAIN because of a very bad accident, vehicles were involved. This cut out the power mostly to the area where I lived. I endevour to catch up to all my games and apologize once more for any interruptions on my behalf.
Gin gives a curt nod.
Gin seems very upset by the decision to allow the the green man to leave and simply keeps an openly disapproving scowl, subtle as it is.
The silent sentinel kept a wary eye on the plant but soon followed after Kunala, his friends safety was a bit more important at the time.
Gin continues to stare as the words are as broken as his own in a way.
Gin nods but warily eyes the plant man.
" They maku more with pollen, yes? Killu priest. Only not attacku because fairuedu. Maybe Hide. "
Gin seems not to pleased, " He looku liku plant man... like other plant men? "
Gin seems to be very Very wary of the creature but is split between watching Kunala and this new presence.
Gin looks down the Norther Hallway door making sure nothing sneaks up on the group.
Gin seems to shiver hearing the words, " Akuma. Thisu isu a warningu. " His blade grips tight.
Gin gave a low bow to the Dwarf, thanking him in a most respectful manner before arranging himself closer to the center of the area and watching over Kunala and the rest of the party.
Gin sighs and examines the results before looking over Kunala, the Sentinel noting the injuries.
Gin steps up to the Plant creature and brings his blade down, still recovering from the last bout, his fervor not taking him.
Gin sees Kunala stricken by the reed and reacts.
Gin announces his findings to the group unsure what the bodies are at the moment. " Theru isu bodies. "
Gin is blessed by his heritage and twitches his ears and narrows his eyes the try and detect anything out of the ordinary.. well.. more than the usual before inspecting the room with his body as well.
Gin seems to harden more than normal, he was a bit too slow. It would not feel good especially with his wounds agitated. He closes the remains of the man's eyes before propping him up respectfully. He makes a small prayer giving Mouse an honorable take off. Getting up from his knees he grips his sword once more as similarly his mind was clear and body no longer wracked with grief and fatigue. he move forward into the unknown.
Have a good one, conversely I guess init can move now
Gin braces his Blade up trying to block the disgusting spittle and barf.
Afterward his Anger grew and though his wounds seemed not to heal his weapon swiped through seeking to make quick work of the plant-people. He chopped down with great force. They could not run while greased.
Gin would be concerned though his current mission simply overlooks that for now.
In a stinging hiss, Gin pulls away from the plant and goes weed whacking, his heavy blade moving to hew the foilage through the center as his wounds close up.
Gin moves up to the plants and keeps breaking them.
Gin roars going to over where he last saw the other plant creatures and smashing the area with his blade. His blood heals surely but slowly as electricty dances along his body.
Gin whirls his blade around as the cloud of spores erupts near him, the wide swing attempting to ward himself from contact.
Or do you mean the wedding?
You mean there not being a post from him since like the 18th?
Roger Roger.
Gin parried the small creature's weapon as his blade arched with electricity, his eyes coursed with fury, " Jinrai! Hissatsu! " The massive sword sweeped towards the midsection of the hammer-wielder.
The electricity healing his wounds.
Gin seems to hear the call of his allies a bit late, his blood boiling to go defend them. With Elasbeth safely at Torch it was his duty to extend that grace to the new party.
He wades into the room his blade drawn, the massive metal seeking to cleave enemies.
He chops at one on the smaller creatures.
Argh.... I think... I need to edit my alias somehow.. as when i got home.. suddenly 27 messages.
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