Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25151516-20131102191203/@comment-25151516-20131110215134

"Oh, come on...!" A Northern (Scottish) accented voice began to say. It came from a young man in a leather jacket, leaning on a katana.

He suddenly stood in a firing stance and pointed the end of the hilt at the thickest part of the group of bounty hunters. The dragon head carving's mouth opened wider as a blazing, crackling violet-blue light was fired into the bounty hunters.

With the snap of his fingers, a wisp of black smoke ignited the Lightning Dust and sent the majority of bounty hunters bolts of lightning into their bodies. The outer groups backed out of the way or were blasted back with the force of thunder.

Revan finished his sentence as he walked over to Julian, reloading his Dust cannon. "...'Murder's' a bit strong. In tha North, some o' us say 'molicate'. Means 'teach a lesson' in the fighter-y sense o' tha word."

"Revan MacLeod, J. Jimmy called fer me. Don't really mind, but, it interrupted me partner an' I's conversation."