Rosgwak
The Masked Warrior
Waking up two days later, Rosgwak smiled as he climbed out of bed and ran his hand through his hair. Even this far after it had actually happened, he could remember the date between himself and Lilith. He didn't know quite at this point how she felt about it, he hadn't yet managed to catch up with her since that night, but he personally felt it had gone pretty well. In fact, he thought as he left his house, his blades attached to his waist as usual, if he saw her again today he might even manage to get the guts up to ask her out a second time.
--------Timeskip--------
Walking quietly into the gym, Rosgwak was instantly surprised to see a large group of threatening looking warriors standing there already, however they appeared distracted and were facing away from him. It was then that Rosgwak allowed his focus to shift to the area in front of the warriors, and he saw his friends standing there, already battling the frontmost opponents. Shaking his head, all thoughts of Lilith temporarily pushed from his head, Rosgwak slightly drew his swords from their sheaths, silently, so as to avoid attracting the attention of any enemies around him.
Then, suddenly, Rosgwak drew his swords and sprinted straight towards Met and I.R., heedless of anyone between him and his goal. Then, when he reached the two, he turned back around to see the way he had come, and saw, with a degree of satisfaction, the injured he had left behind.
"Well, looks like I didn't arrive too late then." he said, looking at I.R. with his usual charismatic smile on his face. "Need some help?" he asked, flourishing his swords into a more comfortable hold.
--------Timeskip--------
Walking quietly into the gym, Rosgwak was instantly surprised to see a large group of threatening looking warriors standing there already, however they appeared distracted and were facing away from him. It was then that Rosgwak allowed his focus to shift to the area in front of the warriors, and he saw his friends standing there, already battling the frontmost opponents. Shaking his head, all thoughts of Lilith temporarily pushed from his head, Rosgwak slightly drew his swords from their sheaths, silently, so as to avoid attracting the attention of any enemies around him.
Then, suddenly, Rosgwak drew his swords and sprinted straight towards Met and I.R., heedless of anyone between him and his goal. Then, when he reached the two, he turned back around to see the way he had come, and saw, with a degree of satisfaction, the injured he had left behind.
"Well, looks like I didn't arrive too late then." he said, looking at I.R. with his usual charismatic smile on his face. "Need some help?" he asked, flourishing his swords into a more comfortable hold.