Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31049256-20170802162903/@comment-25808351-20170816021524

(Doc/S9) Marcus does a quick stretch before before planting his boots firmly to the ground. He looks behind him to see how much room he has before he runs out of space between him and spectating people.

"Alright, I can't abruptly stop this damn thing or people in those carriage could get hurt. So we stop slowly." He then cracks his knuckles and puts out his hands. Slowly the wheel rolls toward Marcus until it makes contact with outstretched hands. As soon as it does he grabs it, but keeps his grip loose enough to let the wheel slip through his fingers. Then he lets the wheels momentum clash against him. Using his entire body as a brake, Marcus slows the wheel. Blood starts to drip from his hands and coat the steel red as it rolls. Finally with a groan the wheel slows to a halt.

Marcus breaths heavily as he holds the wheel up so it doesn't fall over. His eyes slowly shift to his hands as he sees red dripping from them. "Hands used to be a lot tougher then this. That's what retirement and all that hand lotion Cynd makes me use will do to ya."