Posted: Fri, 24/04/2020 00:14 (5 Years ago)
Onslaught was drifting around the school, not growling, and not
cackling like a madman anymore. He kept hearing snippets of
conversation, but didn't exactly feel like looking into it. He
sighed a ghostly sigh, then tried to sit down on a chair. He faded
right through, then brought his hands up to his face. Laying on the
ground had never felt better.