Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20160101233053/@comment-5583506-20160109003454

Kriegz just grinned although it was a strained grimace, as he was holding himself back from ripping the man limb from limb. "You think your fucking little toys are scaring me, junior? I have chewed better men than you and spat out their remains when I didn't find the taste to my liking. If you think a combat shotgun is of any threat to me, you better make sure to hit with it first. Otherwise I will take that little black bar of yours and and thrust it up where the sun don't shine."

He then pushed Alexander to the ground with a snort before turning to Clyde, approaching him until the pipe of the shotgun rested against his forehead. Yet there was no fear in his eyes, only... a remarkable and unknown willpower. One that Evangeline hoped that she would never find out.

"I hope that I don't need to", he corrected Clyde. "Now, is your butt-buddy there gonna apologize for being fucking rude to Daisy? Or am I gonna have to get... nasty?"