Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27550231-20170103080604/@comment-28358106-20170110051243

"Oi! Shut your gob, perp!"

The Centaur swivels and places a well-aimed kick square in the face of the bounty hunter. He crumples to the ground.

"Oh, gods! Celine, you've killed him!" The corporal's helmet wobbles on his head as he panics.

The Centaur sighs. "No, sir, I haven't. He's fine.  Trust me.  If I had wanted to kill him, I would have."

The Goblin hefts the unconscious man with no effort whatsoever and slings him onto her own back like a ragdoll. "Nope, not dead! Okey-dokey!  We gotta make-a the clink soon though, or he'll wakey.  Chop chop!"

"Right. Right!  Okay, let's get going!"

"Sir?" The Centaur says. The Corporal stops and turns. "Yes?"

"The guard post?" She points to the vacant guard house.

"Oh. Right.  Yes!  Celine, you, uh, stay here at the post as planned for duty.  We'll get the perpetrator to jail for processing and return shortly." He adjusts his helmet.

"Boss man! Chop chop!" The Goblin shakes the unconscious bounty hunter.

"Right. Let's get going, then.  Go about your business, citizens," the Corporal says, leading the Goblin with her captive away. The Centaur sighs, shaking her head, as she enters the guard house.