Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20170708203641/@comment-25828117-20181222011126

Will cursed to himself, silently. Even as an ambush; seven targets were too many. If only he had smoke grenades or flash bangs with him. This would be over, right here, right now.

He retreated back into the room.

A dark scowl trained on the door, revealed the spy's intend. He would pick them off, one by one. Using stealth and misdirection.

He looked to see if there was another way out of this room. Meanwhile he picked up the body of the fallen hundredhands and looked for a place to hide it. A wardrobe or something.