Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20160927005650/@comment-26517142-20161129052136

The rest of what transpired next happened at the trickle of a droplet.

Septius finds his weapons red hot. He yowls in pain and indignant anger as each of them burn through his belt and drop by his feet. "WHAT In TARNAYSH'N IS -

Jeiel immediately appears by his side, kneeing him forcibly by the stomach. The merc gags at the shock of the unwarranted blow. He tumbles away until his back crashes against a nearby crate.

As Jeiel stands in front of the ruffians, they are unable to utter a word.

"If you men have a deathwish... I suggest you and your posse leave THIS TOWN now."

"Y-You - "

"HURRY!" came Jeiel's urgent plea. The men took this as threatening and ran as fast as their legs can carry them.



<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"><span lang="EN" style="mso-bidi-font-size:7.0pt;line-height: 115%;mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri;mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;mso-ansi-language:EN">*COUGH* That bites, ya mangy bastrd.."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"><span lang="EN" style="mso-bidi-font-size:7.0pt;line-height: 115%;mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri;mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;mso-ansi-language:EN">Septius rises to his feet, spitting. He wipes his mouth with his shirt sleeve and eyes Jeiel murderously. "Whatsa matter? Can't finish watcha started, Jeiel Viridoma Uriel Mathantom Yozama? Had ya not left me on where ah sat, you couldav killed me. OR I couldav killed those men fo' spoiling me morning."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"><span lang="EN" style="mso-bidi-font-size:7.0pt;line-height: 115%;mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri;mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;mso-ansi-language:EN">"You....WHO are you?" Jeiel hands crackle in thin lines of magical energy.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"><span lang="EN" style="mso-bidi-font-size:7.0pt;line-height: 115%;mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri;mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;mso-ansi-language:EN">"Septius Canaveral, ya fleahound. Engrave that on ya mind."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"><span lang="EN" style="mso-bidi-font-size:7.0pt;line-height: 115%;mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri;mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;mso-ansi-language:EN">"You're lying."

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"><span lang="EN" style="mso-bidi-font-size:7.0pt;line-height: 115%;mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri;mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;mso-ansi-language:EN">Jeiel lifts a glowing fist close to his face. "I ask AGAIN. WHO.... ARE YOU!?!?"