Thread:TEOR-MMMM/@comment-35691777-20190526003323/@comment-35691777-20190531053220

The Minister was now battling at his hardest. These creatures just didn't know when to quit! He foguth left, right, everywhere. His body was smashed, ripped apart, had his eyes poked out. His Might of the Lamassu supercharging his semblance to work overtime and much more effective really helped him to always be put back together now mater how many times he was killed, despite the repair trauma, and he was fighting without any restrain as the monsters regrew every time they were killed in battle. It was clear to The Minister this battle was not going to be easy, but the biggest quarrel he was having was the one inside of him, he tried everything to make sure he would not allow any death. Sure, sometimes the soldiers of ELOR would die by the hands of his comrades, but they were defending themselves, and he knew ELOR long enough to know that they deserved it. Still though, these creatures simply were hunting fform the nature of this land. But for what reason, why do all of this? If it was by choice, then why with such desperation? He then returned to what he had to do at hand: survival, for both himself and his comrades as he continued to move around and use his magic against the endless hordes of Pandorae.