Grey / Connors
He / Him
Twenty-Six
October Thirty-one
Oldale Town
Heterosexual
Bee Enthusiast
Elite Four
i used to dream in the dark of palisades park.
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Greyson Connors
cowardice [m]
POSTED ON May 27, 2021 4:08:32 GMT
the two men tumbled over one another, their fists, knees and even heads were weapons. a particularly troubling right hook has greyson feeing dazed, but he follows it up with an elbow into the man's throat. as he gasps for air, greyson pulls at the guard's belt, removing a tazer that he quickly turns against the owner. the smell of burning flesh and a small spasm later, and he's out; spit pouring down his chin like a newborn. he slowly falls over to his side, breathing heavily, nursing multiple wounds that wound have him aching for days. iron overwhelms his sense of taste and he spits out a small glob of blood, the cut on his lip staining his teeth and clothes a dark shade of crimson. he takes a moment, just one, to collect himself before he's on his feet again to assess the situation. that's when he feels the marble sized pieces of hail pouring from the sky like a wound. he sighs, eyes taking everything in. one robot was missing entirely. it's fate left to the force of gravity, sab's attack having had it completely removed it from play. meanwhile, qes, the mareep, stood triumphant over hers, smoke rising ominously from it's corpses. that left one. on the other side, the last rocket member's uniform was in shreds and z was circling back for another strike. he wasn't going to make it. greyson needed to act. "hey! over here!" he yelled over the falling ice and chaos. the man looked up, pausing for just a moment. it was enough. the corviknight ascended on him like death itself. with a wingspan twice the man's size, his massive form spelled only doom for his enemies. when it was over, the other man was unconscious. after all of that, this part of the plan was a success. he truly didn't look forward to the shit show that was inside. e0lDn38E
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