Natrolite would have followed but as it was the agent was reevaluating his fighting style and life choices. All while crumpled in the fetal position and cradling a hand between legs. Muttering under his breath all the while as the signature of the knight got further away.

She would be long gone by the time he was up on feet again. When he did get up he powered down and pulled out his cellphone. Sending a quick text off to someone before heading down from the roof of the building he was on.

His next plan?

Going to drink away his sorrows and get a neon tan while plotting revenge.


Torvil
Thank you !