Channelknight Fadran

Fadran felt at... whatever it was that was blocking Kindness's memories. With a mental grunt (yes, those exist), he pried at it, trying to remove it. "Hang on." He says, eyes screwed with concentration. "I need... I hope you don't mind..." He placed a finger on Kindness's forehead, improving the Bond. "Much better." With yet another mental grunt of exertion, the cap was off, and a tidal wave of memories blasted him out of the Bond. "Whoa!" Fadran says. "I think it's off."

"I... might be able to remove it."

Xaoth pegs another soldier in the head, his gun clicking after another shot fired. With a grunt, he flipped out a strange, disk-like cartridge out the back of the gun where the hammer would usually be, and clicked a new one into place, continuing to fire as if reloading hadn't been any hindrance at all. "If you can find another Size Distortive Epic DNA sample and a couple million dollars to pay for the plasma bolts."

"There's... definitely something here," Fadran says the moment he touches the paper. "I don't think I could find it if we weren't here specifically. There's some sort of... barrier on your mind. I can't tell who put it there, though... or why."

Fadran holds out a paper and pen.

"Should we try Spiritcalling again? Do you think that would work?"

"If you played with other spren here, then why would this be the place be where you transitioned to the Physical Realm?"

"Are you feeling alright?"

"Well... let's go find it, then."

"Kindness, do you have any idea how close we are? Any... Connective feelings, or something?"

Why, are you scared of unnecessary commas?

Xaoth drops down onto one knee, then holds the sights of his rifle up to his eye. He directs the end of the gun to face the hordes of soldiers, then flicks down a lever and squeezes the trigger. A sustained spray of bright plasma bolts cuts through the waves of soldiers. In seconds, at least dozen were either dead or incipacitated on the floor. As the others took cover, Xaoth stands back up, holding the butt of his gun to his shoulder, releasing plasma fire at any who poked their heads out to fire back. He slowly walks backwards as he fires on the soldiers. "Keep moving. They're not coming out for awhile."

Leonas decides to change his clothing, switching his first outfit for an identical one.

"Made it." He patted it. "Do you want me to hold them back?" He slid his hand down the barrel, and suddenly a handle appeared, which he grabbed. He spun the handle, and a small click noise caused the end of the rifle to shrink inwards a little. He flicked a lever-like contraption on the side, and a sight popped up out the top. "I've got plenty of rounds in this bad boy."

"Lighten up, Herate. We're probably almost there!"

"So... I guess we keep going, now?"

Fadran pats himself down. "I don't think so."

"Gotcha. Who's Konna?"

Fadran scoops some trail rations from his backpack. "Probably a little stale, but packed with protein." "Hey, guys!" Fadran jogs up to them. "Neither of you died while we were gone?"

@DramaQueen @Spren of Kindness

Who's better, Fish or Ene?

Should I join Sanderson Elimination? If I do, what should I expect?

"So... what are we escaping from?"