Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5290299-20140619192348/@comment-11588669-20140722014617

There was a barely perceptable shift in his posture. Calmly, with deliberate slowness, he began to lower the pistol. And discharged a round right into the trooper's foot.

Impede any and all motion....remove any outlying limitations.

The pistol was holstered.

Further reduce functionality of opponent.

His techknife was drawn and slammed into the trooper's other leg, all twelve inches, including the serrated six inches along the back going through the muscle of his thigh easily. Nox twisted the blade so the edge was facing the side of his quadrecept. Gloved fingers gripped the man by his throat.

''Reduce breathing. ''His foot, covered by a combat boot, slammed into the man's chest. Sickening cracks were heard as his ribs broke. Further reduce movement capabilities.

Nox hauled the man up, the knife tearing flesh from bone. Blood gushed from the wound.

Minute to live at most...wrap this up.

He walked the man to the window, and opened it. "Do you know what happens to the human body when it hits water from four stories up? The force shatters bones."

Forty seconds.

The trooper paled, and began to struggle.

Twenty seconds...intimidation to prevent motion.

"Now...add in over 200 miles per hour off of a bullet train...." He brought the man close, staring into his eyes with merciless black ice. The trooper began to hyperventilate, eyes wide. And then the mercenary tossed him out the window. Even at the speeds they were going, a sickening squelch was heard.

Bones reduced to a paste, muscles nothing more than soup.

He looked down at the other trooper, his eyes absolutely dead. Then he cracked a grin.

"Shall we begin?"