Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26889090-20170130143931/@comment-27661770-20170130220300

"...yeah. They tried that. It won't let you. not without grinding you t obits. I need to control it. If not me, then whoi's gonna me strong enough? It tore apart a guy who was about seven feet tall and could probably rip apart a car with his bare hands. IT... hhhhhgh... It's not gonna let anyone hurt me. And it';s gonna hurt who it pleases unless I take control of it..."

Miles was in pain. If ever he wanted to die, now was the time.

But he was the Host for it.

As angry as the thought made him, he needed to do what Muyrkoff had planned all along: control the raging beast that was the Walrider.

Which was currently throwing Jack about like a ragdoll, while the other half- now a little over half- tried to pry the first group from Jack's body.

Scott was speechless.