Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-933831-20150717061034/@comment-24416658-20150817231549

"Follow my move," Thorald whispers to Phiorra, as he stands, hands raised in surrender.

"Take it easy, guys," he says, slowly moving towards the four men, "We're listening. There's nothing you have to worry about." As Thorald inched closer, he could see the expression on the lower half of one of the grunts. He was sweating, his teeth were gritted. Thorald smirked. He was withing five feet of the grunts.

"Now." he says, whipping out his hammer, activating it, and swinging to hit two grunts across the heads. Since the swing's power was moderate, the grunts are thrown to the floor, as Thorald leaps over them, headed straight for the ringleader. He knew there might be more outside, but he needed to take care of the immediate threat.

"Phiorra! Take care of these two and get the people somewhere safe!"