Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20170530194819/@comment-5543592-20170705221544

Ward's boot got a fresh polish as the bouncer's cranium was torn apart by the large, pointed rounds. The skull collapsed like wet paper, bits of skin and chunks of flesh flopping to the ground in a circle around the point of impact like confetti.

His shoes no longer matched, since the leather of one was so starky red.

"That takes care of that." Tanner muttered, holstering his revolver and stepping down the hall, around the corpses of the bouncers.