Board Thread:Mythical Roleplay/@comment-30046039-20170121003933/@comment-31605619-20170122041231

(shrugs and assumes Quince and Ryley were caught with everyone else)

Quince let out a few choice words as men burst into the truck he and Ryley had been thrown into, and three of them dragged him out, while Ryley screamed and fought back, not wanting to be seperated from her brother. Quince suddenly went limp, pretending as if he had stopped struggling. The men grunted with the sudden weight of him being totally limp, and paused to readjust their grip. He flew into action, kicking out with his scaled legs and sharp talons, knocking one guard away with his arm and kneeing another in the gut.

Ryley, however, wasn't faring so well. She struggled and screamed, and even tried to bite the guards, but her powers weren't useful in a fight- only after, when she could tend to wounds. Though it didn't look like they'd be getting out of this. ''​Why'd Quince have to bring that girl in there!? If only he hadn't, we wouldn't have been caught! If only.. ''​One of the guards she was struggling against shouting something, though she wasn't listening. Suddenly, some sweet-smelling thing, a piece of cloth of some sort, was shoved against her face until she was forced to breath it in. Immediately her vision swam, and began to grow dark. Her movements were sluggish, and getting weaker as she fell drowsy, and then unconcious.