LeeRoy

Way of the Warrior

@Tasuke
I am indeed.

Way of the Warrior

@Rilla
Radical

I'll Show You Why I'm at The Top of the Food Chain

Against his better judgement, LeeRoy stopped when he saw a large tree. Untouched by men it was allowed to grow tall and strong. Dark against dark in the blackness of night, the dim moonlight barely escaping through the clouds didn't provide enough illumination for him to see the top, there were a few branches that had enough snow on them that he could see them. He turned around and pressed his back against it, taking a deep breath in through his nose and mouth. Feeling the bark through his coat he felt some kind of odd comfort, looking back the way he came there was a moment of calm. Wind no longer in his face and the snow no longer falling right on him, he breathed deep once more and rubbed his face against his shoulder.

Down the path he'd came from he couldn't see anything, shuffling slightly he turned around the tree to see if there was anything behind. Again, nothing but the darkness of night and the white of snow. Turning back, he let his weight drop slightly onto his back and hips. Putting the weight on the tree to relax for a moment, taking another deep breath and trying to deal with the realization that this is happening.

Nothing about this situation made sense, one second he was in his room and the next he was here. There was no buffer period, there was no unconscious section where he simply didn't remember. It was clean cut, room and then hellscape. If it hadn't been winter he might not have been alive now. His coat, pants and boots were sufficient but he needed rest and shelter. But most of all he needed heat.

Safety was paramount, his crudely fashioned spears, hammer and shield wouldn't be good for anything if he didn't make it to sunrise. Daylight would be safer, even if it weren't warmer he would at least be in a more advantageous position. Just needed to make it to daylight.

I'll Show You Why I'm at The Top of the Food Chain

@Lithfangel
You got one thing wrong, fuccboi.
I'm quad wielding those spears.

I'm just saying, Its called the roleplayer GUILD

@Rilla
You wish

I'm just saying, Its called the roleplayer GUILD

@Grim
Tmw???????

I'm just saying, Its called the roleplayer GUILD

@Rilla
I am going to twist your head off like a Mexican Coca-Cola

I'm just saying, Its called the roleplayer GUILD

@Raddum
<3
I'm always up for forum to forum combat @ArenaSnow, if we're doing this shit let's rock and roll.

I'll Show You Why I'm at The Top of the Food Chain

@The Harbinger of Ferocity
Unconsciously his mind retraced his steps, his vision glanced behind him to see a thin trail left behind himself. A line of footfalls where he'd been, clear evidence that he'd walked this way. The thought took a moment to process and he realized that he might be followed in this method, realizing that he was both out in the open and likely reeked. His nose could only smell that icy coppery scent your nose takes on when chilled and frosted, but he could feel the sweat inside his coat and boots. Returning his eyes forwards he raised his arms up slightly and picked his pace up, pressing the spears against his waist to narrow himelf as much as possible. Hot breath steamed from his lips and nostrils with every breath, he breathed in with both to gulp as much air as possible.

Physically he was far from tired, strained but not from exhaustion. Every muscle fiber in his body was fighting against the instinct to break into sprint, to frantically run away from some unseen abomination. Livening his pace and thinking back to his childhood, the things he was taught young. How to survive, how to fight, how to know when to run. His father knew he was unhealthy, his father knew he would have a hard time growing up.

Teaching him young, he was taught how to swing an axe. He was taught how to use his weight, great or small. Taught how to use leverage as the ultimate strength, taught how to weave bark fiber into simple rope and sharpen rocks by striking them at an angle. He'd need to construct something other than weapons soon enough, his clothes wouldn't be sufficient for keeping him warm for too long. A fire would be necessary, fortunately winter provides much in the way of kindling. How quickly could he get a fire started?

It'd be minutes at best, right now the best thing to do was to keep moving. Keep the body warm with exhertion, friction of skin against cloth to generate heat. As long as his breath steamed he was alive, it was when he stopped breathing out steam that his concerns for fire should grow to their peak.

Consciously he breathed out, watching the steam pour from his lips in the near darkness. Tightened his hold on the spears and pulled his head down, tucking his chin to his chest.

He was fine.

LeeRoy vs As Many People as Possible All At Once

@Skallagrim
Final ping, if by the time everyone messages me you don't respond, we'll move on with General Freedom being removed from the battle.