Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20170530194819/@comment-25828117-20170615212735

William finally got to the top floor, completely out of breath and almost dizzy. He leaned on the railing near the fire-exit towards the roof and felt the taste of blood in his mouth, after which he spat some of it down the stairwell.

He roared in frustration at the inadequacy of his aging and ill body. This toll was no doubt also the work of the virus raging within him.

After he contained himself he pushed the door in, with a force that made it tear off its hinges and ran across the rooftop to see the Knight and his supply of mini nukes.

With a grin that said 'I got you now.', van de poorter swung the rifle gifted to him from his shoulder and aimed it down at the basket of mininukes. This was gonna be one hell of a fireworks.

From his vantage point, a shit rang out and a bullet speeded towards the supply of mininukes which the knight had so gleefully picked from.