//starter for @mxonkxss
With the hook at the rear of Ghal Maraz sitting atop his shoulder, almost fitting around it, while kept firm on the hilt with his right hand, Karl was in a sprint towards those woods. Phone held in his left hand like a vice-grip, looking back and forth at the included map to ensure he was heading the right direction. Regardless of how long he’s lived in the city, or how accurate that map on his device may be, he could never be too sure.
One thing he did expect, is that this was not a task he could accomplish on his own. Even if he could take down Chaos Champions, Ork Warbosses, Undead Lords, and massive beasts in single combat, that was his biggest concern. Regardless of what his ‘double’ remembers or not, Karl was fighting himself. He could only expect to be fighting the exact same expertise of combat that he is, and he would need assistance.
Swiping to the side, he’d pop open the messaging service, frantically typing away at it with his thumb. Having to do both that, and look up now and again to not end up slamming his head into a pole.
[KarlFran] Kachina? [KarlFran] Are you well?