Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25151516-20131102191203/@comment-17970636-20131112024018

Julian get up gasping. His shirt was burned and his pants were frayed, his hair was a complete mess and his shoes were melted, but he was alive.

Julian's eyes flashed mencaingly. "You think someone like me with as many years in this job wouldn't come prepared?! Feast your eyes!"

Julian zipped open his vest and there, row on row, were pieces of dynamite, only 55, but probably enough.

Julian smirked and went to grab at the sticks, but he started coughing and blood spurt out of his mouth.

''Damn.. that punch was hard.''