Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31749612-20190105024035/@comment-31749612-20190123150648

Bright Eyes holstered his weapon. His weapon was a last resort, nothing more, nothing less. Even then, in a real combat scenario, he might not be able to use the damn thing.

It was funny. Wanting to throw himself into the midst of warfare just to help others. Then again, thats all war was, fighting and dying on someone elses behalf.

Rubbing the back of his neck, he walked over to Araxes. "How are you holding up?"