Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26108027-20180804222034/@comment-26108027-20180916044903

"I just... I care about you too much to bear risking your injury."

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The fox screams and tries to squirm away, despite the sword that's now sticking out of her back. The spear's fragile glass tip shatters as it hits the ground.

The raid party immediately starts retreating, and about a quarter of the little monsters manage to escape with a couple of cannons before the exit is blocked by a small group of exhausted soldiers. The party packs into a tight circle, standing back-to-back and staring at the soldiers warily. They are suddenly and hopelessly outnumbered.

Close to the center are two individuals of interest:

A curly-haired cheetah with cold blue eyes, and a tall brown fox with white markings dyed into his fur. They glance at each other, nodding slightly.