[center][h1][color=ed1c24]Coch Talesin[/color][/h1][/center]
[center][b]Location: Group[/b][/center]
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After Chen had teleported over to him, Coch couldn’t afford to remove his hands from his guitar to take the offered water for there were too many fighters relying on his sound alone to keep moving. He kept playing, sweat pouring from his brow and chin, his eyes clenched tight to keep the salt from rolling into them and stinging them. The team laid their final smack down on the Falthon and when the Grim suddenly burst into embers, Coch dropped to his knees, gasping as though he had been resting from an endurance workout. His head was eased back to allow the cool air to wash over his glistening skin and his mouth agape with his labored pants.

If Chen remained next to him and his offer was still present, Coch’s golden eyes would roll over to him and he would raise a trembling hand toward the…he hesitated to give the boy a questionable look.

[b]It’s water, I just couldn’t find a better way to transport water around.[/b]

Grasping it still with a bit of uncertainty, Coch started unscrewing the cap, and it was only then that he felt the stinging and burning sensation at the pads of his fingers. So much skin had been worn away by the strings and his vigorous techniques. Once the cap was free, Coch dumped the water back into his mouth and drank from it desperately, throat audibly pumping the refreshing liquid into his stomach. He drank until he needed to breathe, removing the flask from his mouth and gasping heavily.

[color=ed1c24]“Thanks, mate,”[/color] Coch said gratefully, his voice still a little raspy, but his throat had felt much better with some water. He handed Chen back his flask.

[color=ed1c24]“M’name’s Coch. What’s ch’name?”[/color]

All of a sudden, Glynda Goodwitch appeared.

[color=ed1c24]“Oh nows y’wanna show up?”[/color] Coch facetiously muttered. After the death of several students, all she had to say was that their mission was complete? Who was caring about that right now?

Resting a hand upon his knee, the guitarist groaned as he rose to his feet and swung his Stratocaster onto his shoulder.