Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20170203214410/@comment-5543592-20170209203106

Randall's tightened his stomach muscles, asorbing the blow, and shoved Wilkes leg aside. He shoved himself forwards with one of his hands in an acrobatic move, and landed with his knee on Wilke's pelvis, to restrain him.

He gripped the knife, planning to end this and cut his losses while he still could, except the sound of footsteps reached his ears, as the others arrived. Couldn't kill this sucker without having the others on top of him, and he really couldn't risk the wasteland with these injuries either, because of the infection, especially if he was dodging the unknown dangers of Denver

Checkmate.

"Arghhh..." Randall grumbled, making a rather inhuman noise, shoving off of Wilkes and rising to his feet. He eyed the firearm that was within Wilkes' reach, but made no move to attempt to kill te man anymore. "Did more than fucking wing me..." He admitted, taking stock of his various injuries.