Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-33426474-20171123031543/@comment-33967668-20171214233625

I grab a glock model 19 pistol and a few magazines of 9mm rounds along with a serrated survival knife. "Perfect." I said. This way I can be in a gunfight with a ranged advantage but I can switch to close melee quickly. I hold the knife along with the pistol grip and I cock the glock. I grab a few concussive grenades just in case. We all quietly creep through the halls finding hidingspots in lockers and behind boxes when the need arises. Angry voices of orcs sound off followed by tromping footsteps in our direction. A swarm of angry orcs with bolos and nets come charging in our direction. "RUN EVERYONE! I'LL HOLD THEM OFF!" The other men break into a sprint and charge out a back entrance to freedom while I valiantly stand as the only obstacle between the orcs and the men. Using two shots I aim non-lethally at the legs of the orcs leading the charge. My aim is true and the shots hit their mark. The front orcs cry out in agony as they fall forward. Orcs that were following close behind trip making a wriggeling barricade of scrambeling humanoids. Taking a concussion grenade I pull the pin and throw it at the screaming hoard. Their eyes widen and some scramble to back up. It explodes and they begin to stumble around clutching their heads. I bolt for the exit and dissapear into the dark moonlit forest with a wailing angry hoard of humanoids behind me in the building. I was free. I can only hope the others made it out ok. Especially that kid. Bahamut bless him.