"Get behind me kiddo." Shedletsky commands as he draws his sword, pulling one of his disabled wings in front of you to protect you. It seems that Robloxia's greatest swordfighter and former admin had sort of adopted you as his child, be you a child or not. He was insanely overprotective but ironically dense, most of your hints of being upset or needing something going entirely unnoticed. Suffice to say, he wasn't much for a father, but he was yours, and he was good enough.

"You need a heal? I got a medkit here." He says firmly, worry in his eyes.