<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 (Toppled Wagon with Annie and Mue)<br/>
<u>Status: </u>Alive, covered in blood. Semi-verbal, uninjured as of currently</span></span>​</div><hr class="bbc-hr"/><br/>Valentine looked up, tears making tracks down his face as his hand reached for the sword. Idonas had told him to keep him, and he'd honor that request.<br/>There were more goblins, screeching as a hooded figure walked toward them. Valentine shrank back at the figure, searching wildly for a hiding place. His eyes gleamed at the sight of an overturned wagon, before turning to survey the rest of the field. Professor Ian was with Mystera, who... didn't look good. Valentine saw Mue pop out.<i>What the hell? How- Nevermind.</i><br/>Another person to help fight was welcome in the circumstances handed to them. Two huge goblins came out of the mist that was swallowing the entire clearing, a blanket of silence to mark the destruction that the goblins had caused.<br/><i>Those have to be the boss goblins. </i>Valentine told himself, noticing the smaller goblins that clustered around them like people to a fire.<br/><i>Professor Ian won't last much more, he's already tired. </i>Valentine noticed the haggard look of the Professor, exhaustion clear in the way he held his stance. Strong, but even strong people like Professor Ian had limits, right?<br/>Valentine's vision blurred, his muscles burning.<i>Oh right, I surged to try and save Idonas...</i>He would pay the price for that later, trying to make his magic go higher than his body could handle, in the middle of a battle. How stupid did you have to be?<br/>Staggering, Valentine got to his feet. If he could make it to that toppled wagon, with others, he'd be safe. He took one step, and then another. Soon, he was running. Praying that he was swift enough to make it to the wagon.<br/>An injured goblin screeched at him from where it crouched, the arrows sticking out of it telling him that it was Annie. Tiny holes were in it as well. Mue's doing perhaps?<br/>Valentine struck it with his sword, face falling blank as it convulsed and then fell limp. His mind was oddly quiet and blank, a sea of numbness falling over him as he tried and failed to grasp everything. It was better to tuck away, hide in his mind from the horrors until later. Until he was safe enough to fall apart.<br/>He ducked behind the wagon as a volley of arrows from the goblin archers fired at it. Blinking in surprise at Annie and Mue, he tilted his head.<br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(128, 128, 128)">"Hi. Anything exciting?"</span><br/><i>Oh god, what a sight I have to be. </i>Splattered in the blood that wasn't his own, hands stained red, his shirt streaked with it. It'd be a wonder if he even recognized himself after this was over.