Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28144855-20190919151013/@comment-30014014-20190923040815

With all of this happening, Berthony was busy anoiting a renewed spray over Lightning Raid's shoulder.

A knee on the floor, sheltered by a pad, he had a hand pressed on a mold quickly chipped to what the shinobi had on before the passage of time eroded a partial segment "Man, you're going to need something more potent once all of this is sorted. This isn't going to last".

He pulls out something akin to a choke that he inserts on his can, earnest in his resume.