LIFT YOUR SWORDS ♡ RAID ANNOUNCEMENT

[roan ;]

SOOTHSAYER ❝ ROAN ❞ THE TYPHOON

Roan had known that this would come, ever since the news had originally broken out that Goldie was gone. Still, that didn't mean he had to be happy about it. As much as he wanted Goldie back, he also didn't want anyone else to get hurt, and there was always more of a chance of injuries when a legitimate battle was involved. Despite this, the medic still made his way over, head held high and a sense of determination in his gaze. He felt empowered, driven by a want to see his cousin again, and a want to protect the new and growing relationship between himself and Paintbrush. He muttered, blue eyes narrowed, "I'll be out there, making sure that everyone's injuries are getting patched up." Not to mention helping out any injured Tanglers, since he didn't know if their medics were still around, or if Stryker had done anything to them.

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Michael would've loved to go along with this raid, and help out in some way further. Even if he wasn't particularly keen on being around those from Tanglewood, he wouldn't miss out on a chance to help his home in some way. However, he still wasn't feeling his best. He had severely exerted himself during the initial raid, trying to hold Trygve back with his elementals, and the headaches were only just now beginning to dull slightly. It had only been a few days, and up until a day or so ago, his nose had still been bleeding profusely from the aftershocks. So, as the bobcat arrived to watch those who were fighting go, hw muttered a bit weakly, "I think I'd be more of a handicap than any sort of help, so I'm going to stay and watch the kids... good luck you guys! Give them hell!" The dealer then took a deep breath, turning and heading towards Roxie's house to watch over her children as well as his own.

DON'T ASK FOR HELP, YOU'RE ALL ALONE
YOU'LL HAVE TO ANSWER TO YOUR OWN PRESSURE!

— Reggan