GingerBoi123 Member

Room for me?

Hey bro

apparently so

lets do this!

They. Will. Die! Fuck, this wasn't calming him down. His thoughts and routine broke when a small voice appeared, he turned to see a little girl asking for help, his brother was about to be beaten. "Well, let's go." Will said confidently, he ran down into the alleyway and noticed people gathered but they all turned to him and paced towards him. Will took a couple of steps back only to hit another person, who was taller than him. *If it's a fight they want* he thought, *it's a fight they'll get!* Will elbowed the stomach of the man behind him before charging forward, gearing up his right fist. In an instant, Will was on the ground and being repeatedly beaten by stun batons, and only minutes more before he subsided into darkness despite his weak struggle.

sweet btw if ya really need to you could control Will to speed it up?

It was blatantly obvious that Will felt uneasy. For starters, he said nothing to anyone the entire trip to the Circus. Will was set on one thing, finding the damn Vygorn responsible for all this and seeing his head lollop on the ground. He was determined to bring the aliens to their knees. Three feelings coursed through his veins. Bitterness, Rage and Frustration. Rage, damn the Vygorns trying to defile Kyra's beautiful earth. Bitterness, if anyone tried to stop him then they will feel the same rage in a physical form. Frustration, how the hell could they do this? Wait, what the hell was Will thinking? He had to keep this under control or someone innocent could get hurt, his friends, Cora. Will decided to take his frustration out of him alone. He turned to Cora, "Hey, I'm just heading outside. I'll be back before you know it." He said, as happily as he could. He left the tent and headed round the large tent. He was not in the mood to be interested on what's on the inside. Will began to spar with the air, throwing punches left and right into the nothingness in front of him. Left straight, right straight, weave, right straight and left uppercut. Will repeated this but changed the amount of weaves and changed a couple of punches into hooks here and there. H

Posted!!!

*Freedom.* Kai always felt this when he ran. Sprinting across the rooftops of the city, Kai, vaulted over a low pipe and slid under a high one. He was reaching the edge of the building he was on, so he quickly glanced back. Yep... two small time gangsters chasing after him still. They never give up do they? Kai blasted two small fireballs from his hand, but missed, as they split off to the sides of each pursuer. Kai whipped around to face the edge of the building which was only about 10 steps away, the next building was a good leap away but Kai had jumped this before. Kai sped up and when he reached the very edge he sprang from it to the other building. A great rush of air passed him and Kai felt the sense of freedom again. After what felt like an age, Kai reached the other building but he misjudged the distance as his foot caught the side, making him fall. Kai clambered up eventually and sat on the side towards the apartment complex he just jumped from, witnessing the two frustrated chasers cussing him from afar. Kai happily gave them both the finger and stood up before starting to run again. His wrist communicator began to buzz, drawing Kai's attention. It was a call to Green Heights, only a couple of blocks away. Kai decided to set off but figured that street level would be good so clambered down an alleyway before running on ground level to get to Green Heights. When he reached the place he entered the elevator and put his gas mask into his bag as he awaited the elevator to open again.

Jaune also buzzed in to UMMA Control. "Jaune Arc, also assisting the pursuit" He said into his earpiece. Jaune simply nodded when Blake said to get ready to defend and braced his shield. Blake managed to expertly used Gambol Shroud in an attempt to disable the intruder. Jaune ran in after Blake with his shield in front and dashed to Blake's side, with his big shield covering the both of them, and he kept his sword by his side, ready to swing just in case. He watched Agent Simmons fire his needles towards the mysterious shadow as they flew threw the air. They reminded Jaune of tiny spears that Pyrrha would throw. Either way he was ready to attack if needs be.