He watched her run off and stopped. He wasn't going to follow her. He didn't /want/ to follow her. Why should he care that a simple minded girl was running off in search of someone? He didn't really. He just wanted to help her, but it seemed both of them had better things to do. He shrugged and turned back to those behind him. He reached out grabbing at the air, as metal formed between his fingers, rising from the ground and formed a sword as more metal flowed upwards. It slowly created a curved blade, and a cheshire smile spread across the man's lips.
Forgetting his promise to himself, he got rid of his worries. He only lived once after all and threw himself into the carnage. The girl was on her own.
Forgetting his promise to himself, he got rid of his worries. He only lived once after all and threw himself into the carnage. The girl was on her own.