*The door opens, and walks in.* Damn idiot, messiah complexed, overpowered, inconsiderate, mutt son of a b*tch... *Walks over to Jade.* Are you okay, cher?
*Laughs manically.* Oh, you use fire on a pyromancer? Do have a f*cking brain!? *Walks forward, a blade of blue plasma forming in his hand.* I will personally cut off your balls and feed them to you! *Gets shot by Tala and passes out.*
Alistair: I would assume that it's Shadow... had damn it, Kuntel probably riled him up about something... *He stands.* Alistair: We should go check on them.
*The fire is absorbed and the energy sent into healing his wounds.* If you're the Messiah, does that make me the Antichrist? *Tals his chin and blood dribbles down his chin.*
Alistair: You seem stressed. And, commonly, soon to be married women worry about motherhood. *He shrugs.* Alsitair: It could also be increased work load, but you don't seem t be worried over that, or at least, don't have much of a history. It could be the wedding, but you don't seem the type. So, motherhood. *** *Bones…