Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25218347-20170122000908/@comment-27661770-20170122200626

Strider wasn't far behind the fleeing Glomus. The bullets that chased and the knife that slashed, slowly and methodically, told Glomus he wasn't getting away easily.

And he certainly wasn't getting awsqay without at least some damage that would require Hunter's aid.

The sudden burst of a laser out of a wall said one thing, and made Strider stop in his own tracks.

Proto-Strider was active. And he wanted blood.

"Stop, hostile. You may be given a second chance if you don't try anything."