by Choco » Sun May 15, 2011 2:45 pm
Isaac nodded to both questions. "Yeah." He said softly, remembering the endless running, fighting, dodging he'd been doing.
Peryn nodded sadly. She held out her palm, a murky picture of a bunch of men flickering in front of it. "Focus." She hissed to herself, the picture hardening. "Come on." She said, the illusion finally finished. She almost collapsed from the dire energy needed to hold it up.