Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-32974051-20170102202618/@comment-26821421-20170212051505

Bryson growled.

"God dammit... Okay, simple, just... God dammit this isn't fucking simple!"

He figured that whoever was guiding the mech must've been protected from magic somehow, and he just continued running. Then again, not like he had much magic to work with. He had enough to jump up to the mech's arm again...

Bryson was weaving through the trees... And suddenly, making the STUPIDEST, least likely to work, decision, stripped himself of his torso covering. He threw the shirt off in the direction he was running, while making a 90º turn and bolting as hard as he could, running about 10 meters off, before  ducking behind a tree.... Hopefully, the more vibrant shirt would be followed instead of him.