Board Thread:Off Topic/@comment-35691777-20181102002517/@comment-36309590-20181118053219

(Sry about that. Now where was I...oh yes! THE HORDE!!! *Sinister Laugh*).

Rimlian kept hacking through wave upon wave of Grimm. He finally dispatched the last one by slicing it down the middle with his Keyblade, just as the morning dawned. Rimlian dismissed Flux and took a moment to catch his breath. He surveyed the former battlefield and noticed three things.

One, the man's cold, lifeless, body. His unblinking eyes staring up at the predawn sky.

Two, the boy's missing body, which had most likely been dragged off by one of the Grimm sometime during the fight hours earlier.

And lastly the girl, who was still sitting in the same place she had been when he had first seen her, only unmoving, most likely paralyzed from the events of the previous night.

Rimlian shook his head and let out a long, tired, sigh as he crossed his arms over his chest. Last night had been hell. But he had been through worse in the war. He looked over at the girl and shook his head once again. She didn't deserve to go through this. Losing what Rimlian assumed was her father and her brother in the same night.

He let his arms fall to his sides and walked over to her, stopping a couple of feet away.

(Sorry for taking so long to reply. I was watching videos on the SCP Foundation. Kinda lost track of time).