Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20170331011949/@comment-5583506-20170331233732

"I opened fire?" Ward grinded his teeth. "You need to check your fucking privilege, you tin-clad cunt. This could have gone smooth if your men hadn't fired their pea-shooters at me first. And I think you must be mistaken me for the common Raider rabble you deal with daily. I ain't walking. I want my sister."

Ward tightened his grip around the soldier's throat, pressing the revolver pipe so hard against his temple that it was likely to leave a nasty mark afterwards.

"You stole her from me. And I am getting her back. Simple as that. You can either give back what you fuckers stole, or I will wade through every last one of you false knights. Won't be the first time, won't be the last."

Deaphanie took her rifle and hung it over her back once more. "There we go. Now, let's go and see if Ward has caused any mayhem yet. It's been a couple of minutes since I heard that gunshot, but with a little luck he might be in a good mood today. Unnecessary causalties is quite a nasty piece of business."