Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20170203013433/@comment-5543592-20170222184442

The pistol's bullet traveled straight through the joint, and blasted the man's arm off from the force it left the muzzle with. Tim was comically left holding a severed arm, dead fingers still gripping the machette, and the Frumentarii fell over, screaming.

The battle around him had suddenly grown very quiet.

There was one last scream, somewhere behind Tim, as Hades brutally finished off a Frumentarii. The sandstorme died, and boots crunched on dirt near his head.

Hades bent, picking up the headband, and held it in his hands.

"Therefore, anyone who chooses to become a friend of the world becomes an enemy of God." Hades mumbled to himself. The head, hidden behind it's sack cloth mask, turned to look down at Tim.