Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20151221021707/@comment-5543592-20151223174055

The Boss raised his rifle again and popped the second armored thug in the face, the projectile screamed forward, punching through armor and demolishing muscle and skull. He stepped from cover now, his position revealed, and leveled his weapon at the suited man.

"Alright, Edward Scissor-hands." The Boss began, watching the man coldly from behind his monocle. "Just what on the Lord's earth is happening here?"

Tanner laughed, although in truth he was unsure what to make of that. He'd been trained as a soldier, a warrior, but what would his father make of knowing that Tanner had always preferred quiet rooms and large books as opposed to a good fight? In truth, he'd always been more interested in being a Scribe than a Knight.

"Is that a compliment?" Tanner asked, leaning against the elevator wall.