Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31749612-20170713054904/@comment-31336039-20170716110801

John heard something come closer and by dint of being attacked again and again, instinctively draw the only real weapon he had at this moment, his knife.

Before crawling painfully behind the nearest rock that partially concealed him. He took the trouble to place his ankle in a comfortable position before tatting his right thigh. Then slowly opened his case to draw his handgun, which he take aim. Calming himself as best he could, pressed against his rock to hide himself at best he could.

(Camouflage: dice roll: 44/100 + 10 for darkness = 54 = successes)

He managed to hide himself properly with the last ferns stuck in his pants that broke the shapes of the visible parts of his body. Now he was waiting for the storm to pass.