Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-6975131-20130928221634/@comment-11588669-20130928235507

Ducking low to avoid a club, Nox knees the assailent in the crotch, then pushes him into a swing from another. This one holding a rusted hatchet. Nox raises his pistol, and discharges it point-blank into the man's skull. Not even pausing as the headless corpse falls, he unsheathes the large knife, and paints a red line across the final thug's throat.

Stepping past the the man as blood pours from the line on his neck and sheathing his knife, the mercenary pushes open the door to find the blackmailer cowering behind his desk. He's babbling incoherantly, trying to buy his way out. Nox looks at him impassively, then pulls a picture out of his pocket. Showing it to the man, he speaks coldly.

"Information, on this person. Now."

The man tells the mercenary everything, information flowing from his mouth like a river. Once he finishes, Nox holsters his pistol. He walks around the table towards the blackmailer, who tries to back up. His assassin snaps his arms out, hands pressing into the side of the man's face.

"I-I've told you everything I know, please-" His words are cut of as Nox wrenches his head to the side, and drops the body. He turns, and walks out. Headed towards Cobalt's bar.

As he walks, he begins humming a tune to himself, wondering if Cobalt has anything to eat. Though, right now, he could use a shower first. And maybe some tea.