Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26826553-20160703102409/@comment-26826553-20160704032057

Mr. Hunt: *regards Coldbourne, &, for a moment, his eyes become visible, flashing a bright yellow, sensing his inner anger, seemingly amused by it (he smirked), before dying away, then, still invisible, leans down to the kid's height ("Mr. Hunt" is some 7 feet tall, short for his kind) talks to Draken calmly* In this world, kid, remember, s**t happens, & you better get used to it. Your uncle is as old, perhaps slightly older than I am. He of all people should know how s**t like this goes...

//Mr. Hunt: Roar all he can, he can't scare me. In my experience of 700+ years, I've faced a hell lot of serious s**t. I simply cannot be scared anymore (indeed, trying to scare us will only make us braver & stronger still...we feed off of s**t like that (not literally)). He can't freeze me either. I've hunted on several planets where there was no heat at all, & I didn't even catch a cold. Damn, almost makes me wish I can go back to my old hunting ways, engage in a duel, & hang a trophy on the wall (but I won't)...And of course, we won't allow s**t like the death of a kid to come to that...

Mr. Hunt: Kid, you see, your Uncle does have that attitude in him. I smell it (which is just his way of saying he knows what's going on in his mind, because his kind knows a hell lot about the psychology of Earthlings). So if I were you, I'd be like him, a nuke hiding within a calm exterior, sort of like Uranu- GET DOWN!

(A blast of plasma from Mr. Hunt's direction blows a charging 8-bit knight to bits.)

Mr. Hunt: *gets up, voice becomes strict again* Get back to business kid! In the real battle, there's the big possibility that no one is backing you up! Lose your focus, *invisible projectiles from him shoot forward, flying through the helmet & skull of an 8-bit knight, embedding into the wall with 8-bit gore...the projectiles then became visible: two long, narrow, serrated blades parallel to one another...the projectiles explode, leaving no trace* & you will be a grease spot on the ground, a forgotten piece of s**t no one would even talk about again. NOW GO DESTROY THOSE F**KING MACHINES, PRIVATE! *walks away*