Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27550231-20170103080604/@comment-27550231-20170108213246

Almost on cue the entire bar bursts into chaos as some of the drunken partons jump into the aid of the armored behemoth. Not for the idea of right or wrong but rather for the thrill of combat and possibly having the behemoth on their side. The drunken men tackle the ones grappling with Jorge allowing him to make his way to the silver haired individual.

He grabs him by the hair and yanks him up close. "What's the matter pretty boy! Why were you running! You scared of me! Do you know something that I don't!"

The man pulls a knife from his belt and cuts his long hair and attempts to make his escape once more.

"Oh hell no!" Jorge picks up a nearby table and throws it at him flattening him against the filthy floor.

Behind you

Jorge swings his arm around and strikes down a man who was attempting to strike him with a chair, he then goes back to his quarry and grabs him by his hair again but closer to the scalp.

"Why were you running! Why are you afraid of me!" His victim tries to escape but no matter how much he struggles he finds no respite. Jorge leans in. "I know you killed my family... And I'll make sure you tell me who paid you to..."