Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-933831-20130731095638/@comment-933831-20130802080935

Barth saw the other man to come in kill the second last henchman, with some sort of bladed small gun. It wasn't much like anything he'd seen during his military service, which made him curious more than anything. Alas, there would be time for that later.

The final henchman stepped back, dropping his sword with his back against the wall. He knew he was clearly outmatched. "O-okay guys... I'm done... Just let me go..."

Barth chuckled, walking over and clutching his throat. "Where are you guys located? Tell me and we'll consider letting you go without broken kneecaps." He said, echoing the thug's previous statement.

"A-A warehouse on Eighth street! Lot n-number fifteen... Please don't hurt me..."

The ex-military man responded by stomping one of the man's knees, followed by the other. "Thanks. Longhair, he's yours to take out some rage on if you want to get him back for threatening you." He threw the crippled thug to the floor in front of Sorrel.