1x1 Roleplay Fraus and Tigermeow

[Fraus]

((Why American gotta be so confusing X_X /its 16-17 we go to college/sixth form ))

Gisselle sighed, getting the hint. "Fine fine, we can go together but we can't run long" She panted, quickly getting out of breath after running so long but was determined to go further, even if It was just a small amount. She put her hand on his head, scratching it gently

[Tigme]

Trust me. 12 grades of school, and wanna know what the common names for the last four, aka high school are? Freshman, Sophmore, Junior, and Senior.))

Connor didn't care how long they ran, as long as they stuck together. At this point, he feared what might happen if they were to separate; they could get caught more easily separated than together! With this new transformation, Connor also gained a newfound strength. He felt as though he could run for miles without slowing down, but he kept his pace to match Gisselle's for now.

[Fraus]

(How old are you when your a freshman?)

Gisselle was struggling to keep up with her normal pace, long distance wasn't her best skill but they were quite far away now. Still, they ran to catch up but she just had to stop. "We going to have to fight you know Connor and people are going to get hurt" She breathed, looking at her friend though he was quite a bit shorter

[Tigme]

Hm, I think maybe 14-15? It's the last four years of school, so counting backwards that's what I get.))

Connor turned around as he noticed Gisselle had stopped running. He walked back up to her, worrying for her if they couldn't run away. He winced at the idea of hurting others. He was a true pacifist, and hated hurting even small spiders that crawled into a house! But he knew she was right, they had to defend themselves from this threat, even if it meant hurting others.

[Fraus]

(Ok, I think Freshman and Junior would be in secondary and Senior rand sophomore is like college/sixth form))

Gisselle stroked his head to comfort him. "I'm sorry Connor, I know you don't like, I can do most of it, I just need your help every so often, kay?" She asked smiling sweet enough before standing up straight and swiping her hand across to send the men at the front flying backwards, some wind whipping around the two

[Tigme]

This is all pretty confusing if you ask me.))

Connor stood next to Gisselle, slightly behind her as she fought back the men. He soon noticed that there were some trying to sneak up behind them, and let out a growl. He didn't want to hurt them too badly, so with sheathed claws he batted away the men from behind. He felt worried that he was being too soft, that they'd easily recover but that guilt only clashed with the guilt of hurting another living being. It was a silly inner conflict as he continuously helped Gisselle fight.

[Fraus]

(I know right!)

Gisselle gave a small sigh at Connor, knowing he struggled with these things. She swiped her hand across, launching the men he's hit to the right of her. "Come on Connor, we aren't giving them light taps!" She said with some urgency as more men approached. Gisselle looked back, they were too close to her without effecting Connor. "Come on!"

[Tigme]

Connor knew Gisselle was right. As he watched, the men he had just knocked down had gotten up fairly quickly to still go after them! He knew he had to take this more serious about all this he can't just stand back as he's been doing. It was silly how he was acting, he knew it, not all he could do is fight harder. As hard as he could, he headbutted a small group that was coming after them, and now lashed out in hopes of scaring them away. When just scaring them didn't work, he heard a scream as his claws made contact with flesh. A terrified shiver ran down his spine, but he only continued.

[Fraus]

Gisselle looked at Connor, looking at it made her skin crawl but it had to be done. She gave a short sigh a she went to sweep more men away but looked horrified when it didn't work. "Connor! Its not working!" She said, clearly panicking as she kept trying. Gisselle flexed her hand slightly, confused of what to do. The men were getting closer and she couldn't help. Villages, villages. There had to be one somewhere yet none came to sight. She clamped her hand on his satchel, feeling useless

[Tigme]

Connor was utterly terrified of what they would do now. Gisselle were right, there were too many people, none of this was working. And he felt sick as he stared down at the bodies he had hurt. He felt disgusted in himself, even if it had to be done. But even now, what could they do? He couldn't attack, and he definitely didn't want to, all these people around him! He wrapped himself around Gisselle's legs, trying to have one last chance to protect her.