Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-30655593-20171109215205/@comment-31749612-20171121032849

''As soon he saw Diego whip out his gun, Whiskey pulled out his sword, his hands and sword catching fire at the same time. He knew not to trust them. How could he be so foolish? ''

"Listen, pal. I'm not anymore." ''He stared directly at Diego, his eyes narrowing. ''"You see that man over there? Mek? Ask him." ''He snaps, clearly not in the greatest of moods. Considering the circumstances. ''"I'm just like your pal there." ''He adds, gripping his sword rather tight as he stood there, staring at Diego. ''