Thread:Dragonsoul1197/@comment-36433141-20190807153704/@comment-38973390-20190810225235

"Oh, phooey," Wick pouted, "And here I thought that I made my very first deity friend in a long, long time. Even the 'corrupted' ones don't like me, huh?"

His expression turning to normal, Wick finally recoginzed that the situation was getting dangerous. The shadow spears were one thing, and so were the bullet portals; when put together, it was surely a powerful duo. Sure, he was immortal, but that didn't mean he didn't feel pain. Weighing the good options, Wich thought for moment about what to do. He could: a: flee; b: offer to assist Oblivion; c: flee; d: assist the others; or e: flee. Running away from the area would normally be the best option... but the deity of ideals decided against it for once.

Concealing his edge with his usual tone of voice, he offered, "But how about we strike a deal, Oblivion? You leave me alone, and I leave you alone! Even better yet, how about an alliance? I wouldn't mind assisting you in your endeavors."