Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25151516-20131103145155/@comment-25151516-20131105200249

Reacting immediately to the drumming, Revan's thoughts and memories became calm. He stepped back from the pinned henchman, blade still to his throat. He then began to follow through with the drumming with his other hand. Tap tap tap tap.

"I'm fine, Miss." He told her she could stop. "Just forgot to drum."

James removed his gloves and closed and locked the lockers. After, he threw his gloves away and walked towards the young adults and downed henchmen. Straightening his coat, he looked to the one on the wall.

"Seeing as you're not being distracted by pain. Tell me, who sent you?"

Whimpering in fear, the henchman said. "B-Boss Marcone."

Marcone.

"We have to leave," Holmes and MacLeod said together. Holmes continued. "Miss Hart, we have a car."

Holmes handed MacLeod the keys. MacLeod still drummed as he sheathed his sword and set off. The henchman slumped down to the floor.

"Go with him Miss Hart. I'll detain these two until the police get here." He drew an intact pistol from his coat, pointed it out a window and fired it four times. Drawing the attention of those close to the window and causing a car to halt, screeching. It was the fastest way of calling for the police.