Post by Deleted on Aug 4, 2015 8:38:56 GMT -5
Ronan felt grimey after the training. But he was here in the middle of the woods with one of the little kids from his cohort who had gotten lost and passed out trying to get out of the woods. The little boy was barely ten, a son of Mercury. He had teleported accidentally and he had the cohort stop training to look for the boy. Ronan felt grateful that it had only been about a mile or so away. At least it wasn't a whole continent away. Things tended to get harry when it came to the Mercury kids. Not that josh was a problem, no, it was the younger ones that tended to get into stranger situations. Teleportation and moving too fast that was enough to put the flash to shame. Not to mention he had to disband training to look for him. Ronan hefted the boy up in his large arms, the boy weighed nothing, literally it was like lifting a backpack. Ronan was strong and had spent many years in the forge, moving large piles of metal and boxes containing heavy materials that would probably make Mars kids sweat.
Standing there he gently picked up a rag, dipping it in the cool stream that ran near by to cool the passed out kids head. He didn't know much about first aid but the kid was really hot, and that couldn't have been good. Or at least, in Ronan's mind, it wasn't. It brought back memories of being super hot, spontaneously combusting or even hurting someone. He hated hurting people because he couldn't control himself. He felt the cool breeze of the wind on the back of his sweaty neck as he picked up the small boy in his arms. "I've found him!" He shouted. Ronan didn't know if anyone had heard him, or if there was anyone else in the immediate vicinity. His whole cohort had been searching the camp and the city to find the boy, there had to be someone who was around him. "Anybody there?!" He shouted again, trying to get someone, anyones attention.
Standing there he gently picked up a rag, dipping it in the cool stream that ran near by to cool the passed out kids head. He didn't know much about first aid but the kid was really hot, and that couldn't have been good. Or at least, in Ronan's mind, it wasn't. It brought back memories of being super hot, spontaneously combusting or even hurting someone. He hated hurting people because he couldn't control himself. He felt the cool breeze of the wind on the back of his sweaty neck as he picked up the small boy in his arms. "I've found him!" He shouted. Ronan didn't know if anyone had heard him, or if there was anyone else in the immediate vicinity. His whole cohort had been searching the camp and the city to find the boy, there had to be someone who was around him. "Anybody there?!" He shouted again, trying to get someone, anyones attention.