Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24304510-20140426211001/@comment-24296957-20140501010628

Amet walked over and punched Silver in the gut. Not hard enough to break bones or leave a bruise, but hard enough to get his point across.

Amet's voice was loud and harsh. "ENOUGH. THE BOTH OF YOU." Amet glanced between Silver and Nikolai. "We will NOT. Have this sort of animosity between the group.  Now, I may not be qualified right now, but I'm the only tactician you've got." He glanced to the rest of the group. "And the only one who memorized the layout of this shithole.  If you want to duke this out, save it. Curb.  The.  Enthusiasm.  Fighting will get us nowhere.  You're wiser than that."

Amet stepped away from the duo. Climbing a few rungs, he looked down on the group. "We all signed up for this.  We work together, or we don't work at all.  Of course, if you think you're good enough, you can always pull a Sven.

"Any more objections? ...no? Good." Amet pushed through the crowd. "Jenny, brief us again.  We're getting ready to take action.  With or without a coward."