Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31049256-20170919032125/@comment-25808351-20171002151404

(Doc/BT/S9/Scorn) At the sight of Armata, Kurga grabs the hilt of her broadsword. She scowls at Armata fiercely as she stares him down. Marcus meanwhile watches Ibrahim storm off, though he wants to chase after him he can't leave Kurga be.

"Damn it!" Marcus turns away from Ibrahim and focuses on Kurga. "Hold your shit Kurga! Armata isn't the enemy anymore."

"Armata no longer the enemy? Bullshit! This asshole has killed more people than I can count!" Kurga barks back at Marcus.

"Well shits changed. Now calm down and get your hand of your sword." Marcus puts his hand on her shoulder and gives it squeeze. Kurga loosens up and lets go of the hilt.

"Fine. Trust him if ya want, but I'm not. Won't suck my blood." Kurga does a one eighty and walks off. As she leaves she cuffs her hand and cops a feel of Marcus' manhood. "Fond memories of that thing." She mumbles to herself.

Samia looks over to Baku and gives him a playful poke on his side. "Evening Mr.Baku. I guess you're aware of my and Sheba's little adventure recently? She is absolutely adorable, a real keeper. You are a very lucky man. Though you may want to go give her a little of spirit energy, as she needs a 'pick me up' after that romp."