<blockquote><div><cite>Dragonjaj wrote:</cite>"Hay Fox boy! If it makes you feel better. Yore ether the bravest guy i ever met or the crazeyest." Said the last guy on the steps "Good luck And may the Goddess protect you." He holds up a small wooden figureof a robed woman to give him as andy pass by.</div></blockquote><br/><br/>Andy took the figure, and put it in his poackt. "Thanks. I figure I'll need all the help I can get. I will bring it back safe."<br/><br/>He sighed. "But as for the other... crazy, definitely crazy, like a fox." Rather than continue, he dashed off up the stairs.<br/><br/>They were counting on him, how could he tell them the rest. 'Try clinically insane... Or more of a moral coward than a physical one.' He thought to himself. His feet felt like ice, and he was having to hold his jaws closed to stop his teeth chattering.<br/><br/>'Scared as I am of doing this thing, letting those guys fend for themselves... I can be be honest, at least with myself, leaving them to die when they get over-run, would make me feel worse, and stick longer. Wouldn't I just love to be the hero they want me to be, dashing into action with a devil may care grin, a punchy one liner and a victory pose.'<br/><br/>'Unfortunately, I happen to be a fox of a different colour. They shouldn't colour me a hero, because it clashes with the big yellow stripe running all the way to the tip of my tail.'<br/><br/>His internal monologue didin't stop him following his previous plan of stopping inside the entrance to the subway and smelling, and listening for trouble, '...because that worked so well last time...' At least his self deprecation had slowed his heart rate from hammer drill to drum solo. No, nothing, and as for scent, the monster across the road hadn't really started to decompose yet, but it still drowned out practically everything else in the neighbourhood, including the smell of his own fear.<br/><br/>'Phew! And I thought it smelled bad when it was alive! But there's a case in point. I fully intended to stay out of that thing's way, or run for it if I couldn't. I only killed it through a mix of bad planning, desperationm, persperation, inspiration and Oka's throwing me the sword at the right moment. Where'e the heroism when the alternative is certain death?'<br/><br/>Poking his muzzle out, he looked around, and dashed for cover, heading in the direction of the base. Every minute counted.<br/><br/>(OOC: Do you think he has self esteem issues?)