Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25924729-20160501033839/@comment-25924729-20160506151223

"Their leader huh? he ain't here, and even if he were, trust me, that's the one guy you don't wanna meet." Lyko turned to the boy and smirked knowingly. "He was my big brother, Drake . And i was their second-in-command."

Having tied up every man securely, Lyko stood back, and gestured widely at the group as a whole. "Meet my Unit, well, ex-Unit. Consider tonight my official resignation."

"Traitor!" A parrot faunus screamed. Lyko calmly bent over, and zip-tied his beak shut.

The husky faunus stepped briskly to a set of steel gates in a building by the alley and clicked his remote again. The doors slid open, and a large truck with fake license plates, cleverly disguised as an ice-cream truck rolled out. "'Lack of resources' you say? What am I, an ameteur?" Lyko smirked over his shoulder.

He grabbed the parrot faunus by his shirt collar, and dragged him across the floor with much struggling, effort and creative cursing. Finally, he threw the man into the back of the truck roughly, and regarded the remaining four helpless thugs, and one dead one, irritatedly.

"Well then Mr... nevermind, it's best we don't learn each other's names just yet, Patchy. Just to be safe." Lyko noted one red eye, and a burned face hidden by an eyepatch and hair. "You just keep calling me Husk, or whatever ya' like."

"And as i was saying, if you wanna help, it's best to quit yapping and start lifting."