Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20161027180109/@comment-29038468-20161107064505

The boy glares at his target. "The fiery painful way it is." He says. When the man draws near, several clones of the boy pop into existence and catch the man off guard, holding him in place. They all start struggling to hold the man in place though as he tries shaking them off. "You mind hurrying up here pal? We can't hold him forever!" One of the clones states. The real boy starts winding up his arm for a punch and then thrusts his fist right through the man's chest. "If you had just stayed down, it wouldn't have come to this, I'm sorry." The boy states removing his bloodied arm from the man's chest. The clones let go of the man who slumps to the ground dead and eye the remaining bandits. "Does anybody else want to end up like this bastard? I'm all for killing more useless scum! Come on, is there no one else? Is there nobody else?" The boy asks the bandits.