Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31595069-20170602072721/@comment-31749612-20170603011925

The man on the ground yelped in pain at his hand being kicked so hard, but with his other hand he managed to grab one of Whiskey's legs, causing him to fall.

''Whiskey quickly kicked the man in the face and got up, running to the knife and picking it up. He then turned around to see teh first man standing there with one hand on his stomach, a painful expression his face... ''

''The second man was still on the ground, now holding his face. Whiskey stood there, a panicked expression on his face... He didn't have much time to register what was happening, but somehow remembered that he still had Royland's sword.''

''But he didn't pay much attention to him as he noticed the first man running at him. Whiskey quickly dove foreward, feet first... When the first man got close enough. The first man tried to stop, but his momentum caused him to take a few more steps forward as he very confused expression was on his face.''

It didn't take long for the man to realize what Whiskey was trying to do... "AHHHHHHHH!" ''The man shouted as he fell onto the sand, staring at his own ankle. Whiskey had used his feet to land on the mans ankle, which broke it.''

''The man continued to scream in pain on the ground and the second man was just getting up. Whiskey was once again, faced with another decision...''

                   Fight the second man -OR- Run up the hill and help the young man

''Whiskey just looked at the hill and started running up it, one hand on his shoulder to stop the blood. He was biting down on his teeth, hard... So he was definitely in pain as he reached the top and saw the young man just getting up. Whiskey ran over and pocketed the knife before helping the man stand.''