Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28718853-20170722215915/@comment-31336039-20170803103135

(Perception; dice: 6/100: critical failure)

The man looked for a way to escape, no matter what. But he found no viable escape for someone who was injured. Worse, his attention constantly returned to the new threat. Fatigue and stress blurred his mind, preventing him from thinking rationally.

He slows down before stopping and face. John could have surrender, discouraged and letting despair swallow him up, or even try to flee in a panic. But in reality, he just had a crazy idea. Suicidal even. The man lowered his head before advancing slowly toward her.

(Dice 96/100 -25% stress = 71; success) He slowly raised his head to look her in the eyes, an evil smile on his face. Unsheathing his pocket knife in his left hand and pointing his gun with his right hand. He advanced towards her, laughing a sinister laugh. Before giving a little lick on the blade without breaking the visual contact.

"Oh really, who found who?" He laughed again. "I have to thank you for coming alone, we will be able to have a fine date here!" John smirk even more between two laughs. "I hope you don't mind if I snatch your heart out of your ribs for my next meal ... After all, you owe me this not?" Taunted he, before accelerating the pace toward here, the finger slowly pressing the trigger. A maniacal smirk on his lips, and his visible teeth drench in ... blood???