Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26052600-20160302043959/@comment-25547106-20160307080057

Armstrong says nothing, determination in his eyes. He clenches his fists tightly and flexes, his suit jacket and dress shirt positively exploding from his chest. He puts his hat back on and puts his monocle in place over his left eye. Getting into a combat stance, he waves for the boy to make the first move, prepared to first, break his arms at the wrists to permanently disarm him, and then break his ankles, in case he had something crafty planned.