Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-30655593-20170508193735/@comment-31749612-20170509212846

Whiskey stays dead silent as he pulls out his Bow.

''He holds his breath and aligns a shot at one of the Muscular man's legs. He closed one eye, got ready and fired. Then, he dropped the Bow as he started running at another bandit, he pulled out his sword as his hands and the sword burst into flames.''

He quickly dashed up to the second one and slashed his leg before taking a few steps back.

Whiskey: "I'm saying this once, leave. If you don't, I'll be forced to kill you." He narrowed his eyes at them, feeling like a hero.