Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20190330040916/@comment-25828117-20190401183845

Even that might prove too violent for Willy's liking. He just didn't like hurting anyone or anything, full stop.

His gaze lingered on the prods but he kept walking, before he knew it he was looking at pistols. Their black metal shining in the light.

His eyes eventually fell on one particular weapon.

A broomhandle chinese officer pistol.

William shot the fleeing brotherhood scout in the back. Quite the shot from that distance with just a pistol.

Willy felt his knees grow weak and he wobbled over to a display case to lean on it.