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located in Valderia, a part of The Magic Hunters of Valderia, one of the many universes on RPG.

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Character Portrait: Thomas Aefenleoht Character Portrait: Adris Dasul Character Portrait: VPS-GWF3: Gainsboro Twelve
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As he ran, Gainsboro kept looking back over his left shoulder, keeping an eye on his pursuers.
They were still following behind him and the two on the bike, but with the young lad paddling through various streets, he managed to lose a good chunk as he went through various streets. Even though it might have been excessive, he sweeped his left eye continuously back and forth, since he didn’t wanted to be blindsided by cultists.

It ended up paying off, however not in the way he had expected. As he turned his back towards the front, he saw the man, whom the young man and he himself had saved but a scant few minutes ago, hopped of the baggage carrier, and with articulate gestures, started gathering water around himself, garnered from the pools of blood, that hath flown from their previous owners.

He ran past Gainsboro, and with the water that flowed around him he created several frozen projectiles which he fired at the cultists. He followed that up with a wave of water- which rolled through the street, crashing into a great deal of their pursuers.
With the water he had left, he created a dome of fast moving water that surrounded himself, which somehow made him move a bit faster than before. However, it was still no where near the speed they were going while he sat on the bike. In contrary, the three of them had significantly slowed down to such an extent, that it wouldn't take long for the cultists to catch up with them.

This man definitely wasn't thinking clearly. Another issue was the fact that the man had fallen unconscious not that long ago, and was physically exerting himself a lot, which couldn't be good. They weren't sure what to expect at the station either, so they might need his skills then.

Weighing his options, Gainsboro came to the conclusion that he'd have to carry the man. He seemed far too prideful to listen
When told to sit on the bike, and would likely just hop off the carrier and continue walking. With a groan and mild reluctance, he had thrust both arms through the dome. He quickly wrapped an arm under his lower back, and another under his knee pits before lifting him in a tight, and secure hold, much akin to a bridal carry.

"Save your magic tricks for later, we might need them when we get to the station." He told the man. He might be feeling uncomfortable and a bit embarrassed, but Gainsboro cared not, as he ran once more, after the bycicle, through and out of various streets.