Roland glares at them.
"Rose wants in. Let her in."
The lightsaber, its swirling green, purple, blue, and red blade shining.
He sees him knock Rose into Four. He helps her up, and glares at him.
"My name is Anthony Roland Williamson, chronicler, savior of worlds, writer of stories, sifter of knowledge. Let us past."
Doctor Com follows Conel and Matt, invisible still, but both of them feel like its 1 degree Fahrenheit higher. the area around him seems just as hot as himself, making it impossible to detect from heat seekers.
"Rose wants in. Let her in."
The lightsaber, its swirling green, purple, blue, and red blade shining.
He sees him knock Rose into Four. He helps her up, and glares at him.
"My name is Anthony Roland Williamson, chronicler, savior of worlds, writer of stories, sifter of knowledge. Let us past."
Doctor Com follows Conel and Matt, invisible still, but both of them feel like its 1 degree Fahrenheit higher. the area around him seems just as hot as himself, making it impossible to detect from heat seekers.