Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20170211223504/@comment-24510587-20170214000206

And keeping Sunshine covered, he was. If there was one thing in the world that could be distracting you from shooting at someone, it was an angry walking tank galloping at you.

"Ghost! On me!" Wilkes' amplified voice echoed through the street, while the man himself turned the shoulder of a Copper Toe into swiss cheese with his shotgun.