Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20160927233204/@comment-26517142-20161027051636

Using their guns, the crew manage to drive the attackers off. Dirk and Silver soon plop, exhausted from their run, while Jeiel continually gags blood. The long wooden pole is still in place, wedged in his ribs.

"Milord... someone has to yank that out." Silver offers, propping him up.

"I know.. (sputters) What the heck.. we barely made our escape when this happens.. of all possible times...."