Fortem put up rock shields once more, but not before being struck
by one of the orbs. By this time, he didn't care. Letting out a
howl, he used a single stone edge rock, this time as an attack, out
of the wall behind mortis, making this one as sharp and sword like
as he could. Mortis had refused, so Fortem's anger and his
adrenaline fueled him to attack for once.
Opal let himself show weakness. He was panting harshly. Truth was,
he wanted to see if Mortis would try to strike at him if he seemed
to let his gaurd down
Fortem stood in the center of the room, huffing. Blood roared
through his ears, and his rush of adrenaline faded. Covered in
scratches and bruises, Fortem collapsed and fainted, not knowing if
they won or lost.
Drake used a good portion of his energy to heal everyone with heal
pulse. He then took off his mask, his fur returning to normal. He
hadn’t said anything
"Oh wow," Fortem panted. "Ok, like that I guess... is there
anything else that might be useful in here?" He got to his feet
again, with sore paws. Even tired, he was focused on the matter at
hand. He paced the room slowly, looking around, before seeing Opal
leaving. "Hey Opal Where are you going?"
“...is revealing what you are really that big of a deal? Did you
think it’d make us hate you?” Azure raised an eyebrow. “So what? It
is who you are. It’s your role. We have no right to judge.”
Fortem nodded at Azure, then turned back to face the mew. He was
still confused about 'Fates' and such, but Opal was his friend, and
he wanted to support him. "Stay!" He pleaded. "I like having you
here... and Azures right." He smiled.