Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27120173-20170716190647/@comment-26892768-20170716231101

The Apex's kick is intercepted by Albus. "Ow...should've thought this through better..."

Horace cringes when he sees the corpse. "Ah...that might explain it."

He then pulls out the corpse with his natural strength and starts to carry it over his shoulder, walking away. "I doubt it has any blood left, but at the very least it needs to be disposed of..."

Eliza isn't frightened by the Puppet. "I've seen worse in the mirror."

She then swings her microphone stand into him, followed by a slice from a wing made of blood - attached to her arm bone, of course.