Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-11588669-20140208053126/@comment-11588669-20140305032455

He snorted, and slide the blade back into it's sheath, Nightfall becoming whole once more. Nox slid the strap around his shoulder, and adjusted it to a comfortable fit. Stepping into an area with nothing around him for five feet, he stood in a relaxed stance. And suddenly, he moved. A single step was taken, and a small whoosh filled the air. Nox simply sheathed his weapon, and looked over at her, unamused. Midnight eyes rolled slightly as he knelt down to fix his boot laces.

"Knives for a range in which the pistol would be noticable, explosive variaties to be used as a form of grenade. Rifle for medium to medium-short ranged engagements, pistol for short range and assassination missions which require me to be in the same room as the target. Techknife for corridor fighting, longsword for short range engagements, double-bladed swordstaff for being surrounded by multiple close in enemies." He listed off, tightening his boot. The mercenary stood after sheathing one of the few remaining knives in a boot-sheath, and storing the final two into his bracers.