Board Thread:Mythical Roleplay/@comment-30046039-20170121003933/@comment-31605619-20170122220241

Ryley was concious, but too weak to move. She was being dragged along by two guards down some sort of hall, she thought, though most of her vision was just flashes of light and dark, and hadn't focused yet. She thought she heard a commotion behind her, but couldn't turn to look, and instead she tried to get her mind to work, to remember which turns they took so she could perhaps escape when she was in her right mind.

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Quince kneed the third guard in the gut, and then when the guard doubled over with a grunt, he punched him in the chin, knocking him to the ground, groaning. He was still outside the building. Though the damage was done-he had heard one of the guards calling for help on some sort device he didn't recognize. He glanced towards the large, strange building, torn between going to find Ryley and running away. If he went in, there'd be almost no hope of leaving. Reluctantly, he turned back, running off into the cover o some foilage on the side of the old, unkept road. He hoped he was going in the direction of the city.