I tried to run, but I was stopped by some kind of wall. It wasn't exactly solid... It just seemed to push me backwards, quite forcefully, I might add. It seemed like it was the wind itself blowing me back... Oh well. I wasn't going to be stopped. I quickly turned left and continued running. That's when I noticed some sort of light was behind me. It must've been some kind of trick. I wasn't going to stop and look however... I just kept running, trying to get away... however, a strange light seemed to pierce me. It didn't hurt or anything... but something did feel... off.

As I ran, I was suddenly yanked backwards, and fell flat on my ass. I looked backwards and checked my body for something that would hold me back... yet there wasn't anything. Nothing was holding me back, however, I kept being tugged further and further back. Back toward that group. That man, he did something to me. Anger began to boil within me. I got to my feet, turned around, and began running back toward the group.

Parell's helmet... it's usual golden sheen was replaced by a silver aura. As I approached, that silver glow got brighter and brighter until it was nearly blinding. If I hadn't been driven to this level of anger, my calm and collected side would have surely told me that punching someone wearing a helmet would have done nothing but hurt my own hand, maybe even break it. My more rational side would have questioned why his helmet was glowing. However, I wasn't thinking clearly... how dare this man do something to me...? How dare he make decisions on my behalf...? How dare he [i]force[/i] me to stay here...!?

I ran up behind him and swung wildly. Instead of my fist connecting with metal... it connected with flesh. That moment... the silver aura faded. It was finally visible what had happened. There was a large hole in the helmet where my fist had connected with the back of his head. The helmet was cracked all over, almost looking like a spiderweb. The punch itself... was below average, losing much of its power behind the sloppy way I had thrown it. That strange feeling I felt was now gone... my anger subsided, only to be filled with bewilderment and fear. How... did I do that...? His armor was definitely metal, I felt it, I didn't even make a dent, it wasn't cheap stuff... is it another trick...? But why resort to something like this...? Surely, now that I've attacked him, and actually did some kind of damage, he'll really want to kill me.

I backed away and tried to hide my emotions. "A-Ah, if any of you try and stop me... I'll do the same to you that I did to his helmet, got it? Just be thankful that I was feeling merciful!" I was panting... I could feel the stitch in my side... it felt horrible. But, now I [i]really[/i] needed to get away. I could worry about the pain and exhaustion later. These people, whether or not they're actually killers... will probably want me dead now. I turned and began running away from the group, hopefully for the last time.

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