Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-34818102-20190525013000/@comment-38232361-20190612061301

("Unaware they just missed their quarry")

The Silver Mask looks down at the shadows below him, then to the Militia Leader. He stands up on his steed who continued to run down the road at full speed. He then took a pistol duelist stance as he drew a silver revolver with a tall, flat barrel about six inches in length with an engraving of a dancing woman dressed in only a corset on each side. He took aim, and fired. His aim was true, for it struck the brute in his hand, disarming him and canceling his spell. It was only a glancing blow, not doing anything permanent, but it got the job done.

The silver mask holstered his weapon, took off his hat, and bowed deeply just in time to avoid being knocked off his mount by a road sign. "Farewell, Harken the All-Barkin! May this be remembered as the day that you almost caught, 'The Silver Mask'!" The swashbuckling rogue taunts before returning to a riding seat on his steed, disappearing from sight after spurring it on faster into the woods.