Board Thread:Talkplays/@comment-7637833-20141004211234/@comment-4211788-20141026235815

Time passes as Gears runs to a new safehouse. The demons were long gone and the sun was setting on the cloudy skies of Jawaii. Both of them find themselves in a dark, but safe run down building.

Arna was still out cold, she leaned on Gears' rough armor as if it was bed sheets. Lord knows how long until she recovers. She still had her energy whip in hand, it was flickering as it sparked small beams of electricity.