He didn't quite know where he was going, nor why he was heading in the direction he was, but he strode with purpose down the various streets, weaving in and out of side alleys and paths. Pausing he looking around, his head still aching from whatever had happened to him, it had been a fair few hours since the incident, he still couldn't recall quite what had happened, only that he needed off this crazy rock. Massaging his temple calmly, he peered one way, and then the other, the street he was on appeared quite deserted, save for one or two people hurriedly moving to their final destinations; there was one woman however, standing quietly, arms outstretched. Really? Another weirdo, he wasn't surprised. Though- hm, perhaps she could be of aid, even if it was just a little.
With purpose he strode toward her, imposing steps echoing down the street, dancing between each building before reaching her; clearly he was heading right for her, without saying a word, not caring to shout, though this could of been construed as something a little more sinister; now although he wasn't the tallest of men, broad build more than made up for it, the shadows hiding his face as he approached, closer and closer. Surely this would end well, right?
With purpose he strode toward her, imposing steps echoing down the street, dancing between each building before reaching her; clearly he was heading right for her, without saying a word, not caring to shout, though this could of been construed as something a little more sinister; now although he wasn't the tallest of men, broad build more than made up for it, the shadows hiding his face as he approached, closer and closer. Surely this would end well, right?
