Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20181009232442/@comment-7262318-20181115042810

It was too late for that. By the time his finger was on the trigger, Grant had his revolver out and firing away. One, two, three, four, five, six bullets for six different heads.

Brutus, meanwhile, pulled a table up and heals it to shield himself from the incoming gunfire. “Run!” He barked, stomping backwards towards the door.