[ Kaiba did his part, and the rest of them left behind in the clearing were in the thick of fighting off eight robots at a time. It wasn't that the task was difficult. By all means, Curufin alone could have done it, lending to that seemingly unreal elven resiliency Roland's witnessed time and time again. No, no. The problem was his mind has effectively begun to turn its gears into a direction he's not sure he can control, he's not sure he wants to visit. But between the truth and Halo's fading -
- just like him, just like him on the platform and if he ever removed his watch again; and all of them now -
Roland is handling the robot well enough, up until his SCA crackles to life with a call that unbeknownst to him, has been trying to get through for the past hour. It startles him, the sound and the glance to his watch. It's enough of a distraction to take a laser hit directly to his left shoulder, piercing him. He grits his teeth, but manages to slay his opponent out of frustration, a move in three slashes before it fizzles out and slumps to the ground. He has to go. He has to go.
There are perhaps, pleasantries exchanged. The four remaining in the group know Kaiba left first to warn the rest of the train, and they would handle the truth of this little side journey in their own times. Roland doesn't know what he says, can't remember. He looks back at the patch of ground stained with blood, forgetting his own state of look, red in his own clothes, not quite drenched but marked in a clear sign that altercations were had and he did not come out of totally unscathed. Halo, who was once a girl asking for their help, now, gone.
Roland is already running away from the site by the time the next call from his SCA comes through. He hesitates only for a brief moment before he answers it, at last, with a tap to his earbud. ]
Hello? [ He answers huffing, voice laden with exhaustion, but hardened still. ] Where - where are you?
[ closed / network -> action. ]
- just like him, just like him on the platform and if he ever removed his watch again; and all of them now -
Roland is handling the robot well enough, up until his SCA crackles to life with a call that unbeknownst to him, has been trying to get through for the past hour. It startles him, the sound and the glance to his watch. It's enough of a distraction to take a laser hit directly to his left shoulder, piercing him. He grits his teeth, but manages to slay his opponent out of frustration, a move in three slashes before it fizzles out and slumps to the ground. He has to go. He has to go.
There are perhaps, pleasantries exchanged. The four remaining in the group know Kaiba left first to warn the rest of the train, and they would handle the truth of this little side journey in their own times. Roland doesn't know what he says, can't remember. He looks back at the patch of ground stained with blood, forgetting his own state of look, red in his own clothes, not quite drenched but marked in a clear sign that altercations were had and he did not come out of totally unscathed. Halo, who was once a girl asking for their help, now, gone.
Roland is already running away from the site by the time the next call from his SCA comes through. He hesitates only for a brief moment before he answers it, at last, with a tap to his earbud. ]
Hello? [ He answers huffing, voice laden with exhaustion, but hardened still. ] Where - where are you?
[ Please, please, please, please ]