[b][i][u]Crobalt Nicholas Crystalis - The Sun[/u][/i][/b]

[b]"Don't have to tell me twice! I could feel the sheer heat from that, from here!"[/b] Cronic shouted out, doing everything he could to keep himself on the trail of the girl with Mouse traits. Crobalt himself was in decent physical shape. Mostly out of necessity because although he helped people down on their luck, he still had to pay for everything out of his own pocket, in addition to his bills. The job he held to fix that problem was largely down to manual labour.

[b]"I don't wanna be around to find out what happens when you get caught in that!"[/b] Cronic shouted out to himself as he hopped over a tree root, continuing to keep pace. Though he had no qualms running long distances at a time, his formal attire wasn't really meant for that, so he wore a tracksuit instead.

[i]"Anyone who got caught in THAT... I doubt there'll be anything left."[/i] Cronic thought, suppressing a shiver.