Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-30655593-20170516204844/@comment-31749612-20170518214439

Whiskeys hand's ignite in flames as he stands up, pulling out his flaming sword and impaling Oculus' stomach. ''His eyes would be wide, yet narrowed as he stared behind Oculus. His expression would be a face of anger.''

Whiskey: "Like I said... No man - no problem!" ''He twists his sword while it is still inside Oculus' stomach. He then goes into a whisper.''

Whiskey: "What if... I want- need to die? To save everyone I know!" He, for some reason, gets an expression of sevre frustration as he stands there, grip tightening around the sword handle.