<div style="text-align: center"><span style="font-family: 'Georgia'"><span style="font-size: 22px">Valentine, The Glue</span></span><br/>
<span style="font-family: 'Arial'"><span style="font-size: 12px"><u>Location: </u>Battlefield, fighting with Dayyan and the others<br/>
<u>Status:</u> Alive, currently covered in blood</span></span>​</div><hr class="bbc-hr"/><span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="font-family: 'Arial'">Valentine nodded at Dayyan's words, his tongue like lead in his mouth. Some of the goblins, maybe the smarter ones, or the ones who didn't wish to die a swift death, escaped from the man's reach. Valentine gritted his teeth and gave chase, swinging his sword with his entire body behind it, twisting and straining to put all his power into it.<br/>
<i>I'm not able to enhance myself or conduct heat to burn them or strengthen myself so I'm no longer exhausted. All I can do is attack them with Idonas' sword. </i><br/>
<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(128, 128, 128)">"AUGH! Fuck!"</span> Valentine cried out as a goblin slashed his back, causing him to drop the sword. The claw marks burned, blood oozing up from the gouges sluggishly. His head swam as he picked up the sword again, kicking the offending goblin who had attacked him. <br/>
The boy turned feral, biting, kicking, and clawing at any goblin who dared escape Dayyan and got close to him. Pain, fear, and desperation are what drove him. <br/>
<i>I'm not dying. Not fucking today. </i></span></span>