[center][h1][color=ed1c24]Coch Talesin[/color][/h1][/center]
[center][b]Location: Group[/b][/center]
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Coch could feel his throat going dry and soar the more he tried to keep singing. His pipes were rusting up, and he couldn’t believe that now, of all the times where he could have had his voice leave him. Bowing his head in the growing shame and defeat that just wanted to settle on his shoulders and burden him, the guitarist bore his teeth in frustration. Salty drops of sweat dripped from his red brows and rolled down his chin. He could feel the pads of his fingers growing tender, and he knew that the longer he played, the more his fingers might start to bleed. It was a better sacrifice than watching the team die.

Swallowing a few times in his hopeless attempt to moisten his throat, Coch raised his head and cast his determined eyes upon the beast that the team attempted to pin down again. He may not have been able to sing anymore, but he could still play, and he was going to shred the hell out of his Stratocaster.

Coch stopped playing and held out his hands to his left and right as he curled and uncurled his fingers, listening as his joints popped and crackled.

[color=red][i]All right,[/i][/color] he mused. [color=red][i]One last performance.[/i][/color]

Grasping the neck of his guitar, he tapped out a beat with the heel of his boot, and [url= https://youtu.be/UJeDHTiSWEg?list=PL63B130EADB4CC39F]brought the music back to the fight![/url] Bobbing his head to his shred, he filled the forest with a powerful and energetic tune.