If it isn't too late... May I be in it please?! Here is description just in case: Name: Epic Description: a well balanced fighter, has amazing skill with both, guns and close combat weapons, has good stamina, dresses in black, has jet black hair that's fairly long but not too long, bright blue eyes, a scar that runs down the entire right-hand side of my face, calm, confident, trustworthy and reliable friend. Is good at breaking codes and lock-picking, good at climbing up cliff-edges and trees.
Ninz I was fuming and downright pissed. "What in hell was that?!" I snapped at Fletch. He calmly walked beside me. "Testing waters." he replied. "And you got ripped apart while 'testing' waters?!" Fletch calmly lifted his red outer trench coat. There was no sign of a wound. "What the-!" "Her blade barely touched my skin. Besides, I have this" his right hand started glowing a bright red. He swiftly stole one of my knives and dug it into his left hand, slicing through. Fletch winced as the blood started flowing out. "What on earth do you think you are doing?!" "Hold on. Just watch." Fletch placed his glowing hand on the wound. He slowly lifted his hand. "Umm, what am I looking at?" I asked. All I saw was a hand covered with blood. Fletch wiped of the blood. The wound was gone! No cut, no Nothing! I squeezed his hand, gave it a few smacks, and held it high. There really was no cut. "Hmm, interesting." I still wasn't going to admit I was wrong. "Don't test waters again. We could have finished the job today, but we didn't. Andrieth is not going to be happy." Fletch nodded. "Roger that."