Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5431934-20130928193941/@comment-11588669-20130930011644

Nox hummed to himself, in a good mood for once. He still didn't understand most of the coursework, but in practicals he was acing them. He hadn't seen Verda in awhile, and his friends were doing fine. All in all, life was...decent.

As he rounded the corner that mood shattered. He saw Jacen, pressed up against a girl. His hand on her mouth, and her knee in his stomach. It wasn't hard figure out what was happening. It wouldn't end well for anyone if Nox figured out what was happening.

He figured out what was happening pretty quick.

He didn't make a sound as he approached. He didn't growl, he didn't snarl. He was much to pissed off for that.

He quietly stood behind Jacen, and met the eyes of Callista. Ever so subtly, he nodded...then wraped his arm around the rapists throat, and threw him off of her.

With the hiss of metal on leather, the mercenary pulled out his techknife, the weapon emitting a slight hum.

"I told you..." He spoke quietly, his tone betraying nothing. It was soft, lethal. "I told you what would happen if you did this again." He flicked his hand out, sending the knife thudding into Jacen's hand.

"And what do you do? You still try it." His voice barely turned angry. "Now, I suggest you pray to whatever god you believe in for mercy, because you'll find none from me."