Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24147026-20140404192732/@comment-24147026-20140404215155

Of course no one ever listened to the young man with a shot gun in his hands. The jock had apparently been over-compensating for something or another, when he brutally wrenched Leucetius to the side it was understandable that he would want the kill for himself.

Unfortunately for said young man, he was not dealing with a understanding person, no he was dealing the full anger and might of Leucetius, and dammit he deserved the respect he knew that name would give him. No self centered, petulant, uncouth individual would treat him in any other way.

Gritting his teeth, he pumped his shotgun to load the next round. Taking aim at the back of the Jock's head, he contemplated if he was worth murdering, not willing to risk being caught -even if the alley was vacant of any witnesses- he instead let loose a round at the young man's shoulder. Of course, the Jock's aura helped him not have his arm splattered across the walls that surround them both.

The Jock dropped to his side clutching his shoulder in pain. Leucetius calmly walked up to him. "You should have listened to me, but alas only sweet darkness awaits you." Bringing the butt of his gun down on the Jock's head, he knocked him out; Probably to be found later and returned safely..Or kidnapped and robbed of his possessions. Either outcome was none of Leucetius's concern at the moment.

Turning his attention back to his intended target, Leucetius headed toward the same path the mole had went through.