Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31049256-20170312190004/@comment-25808351-20170320115137

"Didn't think the bastards were so eager to see me again." Marcus puffs his cigar and exhales a stream of smoke. Walking up the unconscious man, Marcus' keen eyes scan over him, observing nothing but light bruises. "Few bruises, not shattered bones or signs of bleeding. Must have knocked this guy out with one clean hit, not bad."