Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31595069-20170602072721/@comment-31749612-20170603004336

''Whiskey continued to wander the desert until he heard something rather strange. ''"You traitor! Get back here!" ''He looked to his right, the yelling was definitely over the hill right there... He simply stared in confusion as he had two decisions.''

                                              Keep walking -Or- Investigate

''He stood there thinking, the seconds ticking down... He took a deep breath and mumbled something to himself as he started running as fast as he could, granted it wasn't that fast due to the sand... But he managed.''

''He got over the hill to see three people running... A young looking man and two slightly older looking man. He could tell from here that all of them were Order soldiers... But one of them was not like the rest.''

''This was a rather odd sight, but he started running faster and soon he was in the path of the three. THe young guys eyes went wide as he stopped. The two behind him quickly catching up... One of the men tackled the 'traitor' and started punching him... The other stood beside him, eventually turning to face Whiskey.''

"Hey... You look rather familiar..." ''The man said as he narrowed his eyes. ''

"No idea what you're talking about." ''Whiskey stated as he cracked his knuckled and took a step forward. ''"I advise you leave... Because people here don't take kindly to Order soldiers here." Whiskey then added.

''The man didn't say anything for a moment before coming to a realization. ''"You! You're the other traitor!" He exclaimed as he took a few steps forward, pulling out his sword.

Whiskey was now faced with two more choices.....

                                          Help the traitor -OR- Walk away

''As much as he didn't want too, he stood his ground... He couldn't just leave that guy there, if he was a traitor... Than he might be willing to help Mek and the cause to destroy the Order.''

"Sorry, but I'm not leaving until I get that guy." He then pointed at the guy getting beat up on the ground.

''The other man laughed a bit a shook his head. ''"No way, filthy traitor." He said, trying to sound bold.

''Whiskey stood there and thought for a moment... Suddenly, he raised his fists up, as if he was about to participate in a fist fight. ''"Why don't we do this like men!" ''He said, he wanted to sound cheerful... But a serious expression never left his face.''

''Now, Whiskey normally would want to talk his way out of this... But he just felt like letting some anger out, but didn't want to kill anyone... So what better way to do that than a fist fight?''

''The man was hesitant at first, and stupidly dropped his sword. He figured there was two of them, so even if he did lose... The second could fill in. ''"Alirght." The soldier said as they took another step toward each other.