The combat raged around Boram's head, swirling and spinning, he could barely keep track of what was going on, first there were vines everywhere, but he had heard Warren's desperate cries to save the girl, as much of a scumbag Warren was, Boram couldn't help but feel both guilty and sympathy, he was no different from the bandit's surrounding him, it was unforgivable what he did, he stood by while he watched scum around him indulge in muggings murder's and mayhem, he had the power to stop it, to blow the whistle and call for guards, but instead he simply stood, like a scared child. He didn't know who this Warren guy was, but he knew that he was a lot like him.

He would've been merely content to sit and take pot-shots at the entangled bandits, after all by saving the girl the only thing he'd gain is bloody wounds if he's lucky, but he couldn't stand by and let some innocent child die. Breathing heavily he sprinted forwards, silently praying that he doesn't die a terrible death.

[hider]he runs 25 miles, dashes another 25, meaning he goes 50[/hider]