Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20170708203641/@comment-5543592-20170808190039

William heard a crunch as his bullet struck Kheiro, but the impact wasn't with the Masked Man's flesh, but the ceramic plated armor he wore up and down his torso. Kherio, using William's momentary blindness to his advantage, leaned his chair back on two legs, and kicked the rickey wooden table into William.

The force of it sent Kheiro's chair tumbling to the ground as well, spilling Kheiro from it.

"You misunderstand.  I mean you'd need more of you to get in there.  An assault force capable of breaking their lines, which the Red Hand doesn't have at the moment.  They're stretched thin.  At this point, the only free troops are you, and us." Abel said, referring to the Cause.