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Renard didn't’ answer Freya when she asked what happened with him. He honestly didn’t know what to say, and it really wasn’t the time to do so right now.  She quickly also added that they were [i]all[/i] leaving. He gritted his teeth, annoyed mostly, He wasn’t in any position to get out fast, and he didn’t want them to get hurt. However she did pull away when he offered to help. A painful jab seemed to pierce him as it happened but he said nothing. 

Taking a few breaths he reluctantly agreed. But before he could move, they were too late, he couldn’t move at all when The villain suddenly lunged again. Everything else that happened, seemed to happen in an instant for him, suddenly there were more heroes, and the chainsaw wielding psycho was down on the ground...pinned and cuffed by Sphinx. He let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding in as he looked around to see the others running off.

 They survived. A slight smile came onto his lips for only a moment until he remembered the bodies in the hall right behind him. Closing his eyes he shuddered. [i][color=BCC127]Not everyone...[/color][/i] Opening his eyes and looking at the blood on his hands. He started to get really light headed. Swaying slightly where he stood, he slowly took a knee once again. 

He then looked up as Sphinx mocked them. Mostly freya as she sneered at her. Renard had gotten to know Freya pretty well in the past month, he had his suspicions she was related before her father confirmed it with bragging about it infront of him while he was waiting for Freya to finish getting ready for school. 

What remained of his blood began to boil. Who the hell did she think she was? Her sister just barely survived and not even an ounce of worry ran through her? It made him literally sick.... Or that was just the lack of blood that made him feel like he was about to vomit. He glared at the blurry figures in front of him. His eyes moving between the two. 

[color=BCC127]“Seeing how...we lasted this long as [i]heroes in training[/i].” [/color] He said weakly, but clear anger in his tone. [color=BCC127] I think she has more potential to be a real hero than you will ever have.”[/color] He looked away, towards the two Eira’s next to him. That was something he could definitely get used to…

[color=BCC127]”I didn’t know...you had a twin sister Eira...[/color] He said in a confused tone. Before he suddenly fell face first into the dirt.

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Renard didn’t regain consciousness till the next morning. And even then in faded in and out of sleep. Plagued by the final moments of his mother in his dreams once again. A memory long since buried by this thoughts. Even while awake, he was quiet as he seemed to be lost in his thoughts. Looking to his hands, covered in bandages from the cuts made by the glass, he could feel as though they were caked in the blood still. 

He stared them at what seemed like hours. Until he realized someone was speaking to him. Even then he didn't’ look right away… he didn’t really want to talk right now. But he sighed as he placed his hands face down on his lap as if to hide them. He sat on the bed, propped up with pillows. He looked over to Freya, who came in with a bag clutched in her hands...as if it was about to fall apart. 

Memories of the day before where she flinched from him popped in his mind, making him feel even worse. And looking away from her. For a moment. He didn’t know what to say. For what seemed like an eternity, but truly was for a few seconds. Looking back to her  [color=BCC127]”I-uh...thanks.”[/color] He gave an uncharacteristically  weak smile. He scratched the back of his head as he then asked. [color=BCC127]”Are you ok?[/color] he asked hesitantly.