[center][h1]Reaver[/h1]

“Waifu acquir-NOPENOPENOPENOPENOPENOPE”


[color=888888]-Grosket-roasted Reaver[/color][/center]

[sub][@BrokenPromise][@Shifter_Master][/sub]

Splinters, blood and flesh clouded Reaver's vision for a few moment, as the might of combined attacks fell his opponent. Battered and bruised beyond belief, he first rolled into the ground, extinguishing the fire, and then limped to his feet, clutching one of his many wounds and cuts. That was it. There would be no further fights. Bravery was already growing into recklessness territory, and other people were getting involved. 

That new girl... well, monster-girl, as his third eye told him by the way she had changed shape and burrowed herself into the creature without doubt had been quite the boon. And he was grateful. Flexing his mind, his berserker thirst subsumed into that of a dark gallant knight persona. Perhaps this newcomer could be befriended and favoured, filling in the gap that Chloe's lack of concern for his efforts had emptied. There was neglect play, and there were neglecting duties and commitments. Something that Reaver did not take kindly.

Scooping the girl's warped form in his arms, he pushed himself to bring his healing forth with reinforcement. Not that it'd do much in the sorry state he was, but the intention mattered.

"I am grateful for your assistance, my lady. Now let us leave the battlefield, once and for all." Reaver said, as the ugly regeneration of his was slowly bringing his body to a working state. He grunted, strained under the effort of carrying someone bridal style despite the heavy wounds, and then put his still working legs to work, as he left, the barriers weakened enough for both to retreat safely.

And yet... why did this girl seem so familiar? Had he seen her somewhere? He could not place a finger on what it was, but he had this gut feeling that somewhere, in the past, they had met.