Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20191116230823/@comment-3293219-20191209002959

"Glad..." Denis whispered, slipping his hands into his coat pockets.

"At least something good can come from all of this."

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Naomi grumbled as she drew a twisted, gnarled dagger from a compartment in her leg and a revolver from her other leg. She crossed one arm over the other, so that she could stab at anything that came close, though her powerful revolver would likely make that impossible.

She opted to fire off rounds at the eyes of the approaching spider before jamming her sacrificial dagger, into its face.