Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20160726175355/@comment-25808351-20160729001631

I turn to face the Girtablilus, still holding the reins in my right hand. My eyes shift to Ibrahim, he seems a little dazed from the hit but perfectly fine. He spits a small wad of blood as he stands. The Girtablilus begin encircling us and I turn my attention back to them, my eyes following, ready for their move. With my free hand, I pluck my cigar from my mouth, a trail of smoke follows as I exhale. "Not sure what you two want, but I'm in a bit off a bad mood. Suggest you two leave." I then follow Ibrahim's example and spit on the ground.