Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-933831-20130731095638/@comment-10298385-20130801125626

If Sorrel's eyes widened momentarily as the two men walking towards him exploded in a shower of blood, he refused to admit it. He'd thought that whoever stood up to them would be the type to knock them out and then dump them somewhere where they could be easily found, not the type to.. well, cut them open on the first swing.

Not that it was a bad thing.

In fact, it was a good thing.

Mildly impressed, Sorrel allowed a small smirk before blinking and flicking the clasp that held one of Hellelade's guns to his side, just fast enough to brace the gun blade-out against the wall and step out of the way as one man sailed for him at record speed. The man's neck met the blade with a snap, and Sorrel heard a sickening crack as the polished metal slid through what was most likely the man's cervial vertibrae. Sliding said neck off of his gun with a slightly disguted nudge, Sorrel edjected the blood covered blade, reaching back to pull one out of his pack and replace it.

The black and green metal slid in with a clean click.

((Ahh, no problem!))